No lunch, no dinner, and now his trip to get some cheap fries was being delayed. Gerry sighed miserably, sitting atop his motorcycle, trying to stay warm.
HeĀ“d driven over a rock or something, which had knocked his bike sideways, sending him rolling into a pile of snow. No broken bones but his bike was wrecked, with the front wheel standing at an angle and the back wheel rattling menacingly.
The engine was still running and good thing because the emergency services wouldnĀ“t be there for another hour. A whole hour of- of this.
He sat upright, pretending he wasnĀ“t effected by the way his bike kept purring under him.
He shouldnĀ“t be turned on by this, he really shouldnĀ“t, but with the motor rattling away under his seat, the vibrations amplifying the feeling coiled up tightly in his guts-
His stomach clenched and Gerry groaned, folding his arms over his middle, convinced that if he just squeezed hard enough he could stop the vibrations. He shifted slightly, trying to find an angle that didnĀ“t hit his stomach like that, only to find so many angles that hit him even harder. Maybe it felt a little good, arching his back like that as the whirring of his bike drove him insane.
His stomach twisted sharply and he gasped, his hips rocking into the leather seat before he could help it. He looked over his shoulder, his face burning. The road was dark and empty, as was the forest surrounding him.
Not a soul in sight.
In an hour a rescue team would find him and he had to look presentable by then. If he got started now, heĀ“d be finished by then. It was a good plan. He had a whole hour, right?
ItĀ“s not like a little action would make him even hungrier or anything.
hey just having a random thought about food delivery driversš¦
every single time they pick up an order, it literally means there is a completely hollow tummy waiting for them at the end of that drive.
ājust the idea of some soft, heavy belly caving in and churning so loudly in a quiet room, while they desperately watching the little car on the gps...
knowing the driver is holding what that needy gut is violently begging for is honestly so hot to me
Last post for now, my 24th birthday is on the 16th so If anyone wants to draw my wife W.inner with loud guts, human or object, well now is your time. I don't actually expect anything from anyone but I might as well throw that out there. Hehehe.
I wanted to draw something for you now that we're muts.. idk much about this character, but I love your design for their human form, they're very pretty! And.. funnily enough, I've also been obsessed with a character I've created a human design for as well (we were literally talking about My S1nging M0nsters last night lol, this OC is the m0nster in my pfp), hope you enjoy your rumbly W.inner interacting with my rumbly Ricky..!
(Idk if I need to be censoring my OC's name too in order for normies to not see this, maybe not until I start posting on my main again...)
I am looking directly at @emptyaevin while I upload this today.
I'm snowed inside, tired from shoveling yesterday, but today I was grasped by a need to write this continuation because I am horny and I'm making it everyone else's problem.
Day 3 has some tummy... 'stuff' in it. So. Have fun. <3
Day 3
(It appears some of the pages are slightly damp.)
Soā¦ let me just start this entry by saying I took a risk today. I knew where a lot of the cameras were in the facility. Today I found out thereās one blind spot.
I bought some lunch with me. Well, dinner since it was late night, technically. She loves shrimp. Like loves it. With how much she drooled over it and danced for the patrons, I know she would love a nice mouthful. I packed my swim trunks, packed my foodā¦ I had a plan today. That was to pretend like I was doing a standard duty of tank cleaning. Obviously, something or someone keeps it all cleaned up in there, but what can I sayā Iām horny and I needed toā¦ well.
Whatever. I got there and I did my duty.
Aevin wasā¦ definitely tired when I showed up to cover the shift of someone closingā I never bothered learning her name but she didnāt like her job was all I knew. Aevinās face was flushed under the water, but she still made her dances, did her little swaysā¦ until she saw me.
Oh, she rocked her hips a little bit faster, much to the enjoyment of the people there. Something about today had everyone in a frenzyā that was until I saw why. Well. I heard why.
What came out of Aevin was a crushing whineā both from her and her middle, having grown smaller. It sank into her body, the pudge that hang from her middle pressed inward by the water. It squelched, her stomach contracting, the sound loud enough to slip through the glass. She winced, but still put on a happy face for the onlookers, blowing a heart-shaped bubble at them as they all held their food at her. She was hurting, but she was enjoying this. She had to be, because I knew. I knew exactly what she wanted. She wouldnāt deny herself a meal if she didnāt.
It took so much willpower to keep my pants from exploding anytime her stomach gurgled. It went from a gentle bellow to a long, drawn out whine that had little snarls and protests in-between the long, loud ones.
She had to know. She had to know that I wanted her. Fuck, she was right by my head every time. Sometimes, patrons would show up, waving food around, only for her to swim next to me and put on a little show. I didnāt know what she was doing behind me, but her belly was pressed right to the glassāit had to be. I could hear every squelching clench. Every deep groan, every little protest that her poor strained gut was making.
When I looked up at her, she was dragging her tongue along the glass, belly and breasts smushed to the surface behind me. Drool hovered in the water, strands of spittle contrasting with the clear waterā¦
Our first break, I sped to the top of the tank, got to the bathroom andā¦ Well, fuck, I made sure I had everything I needed.
I had to keep appearances. Put the signage out for a returning show after a break, wrote my name down on the water cleaning andā¦ well. I waited.
Aevin came up, clutching her stomach. If she had thighs, I swear sheād be rubbing them together with how she was swimming in the water. Her nose caught something as soon as she surfaced. Frantically she sniffed the air right when I brought out my snack.
Her belly howled, and she held it tighter, whimpering.
Fuck. She must have saw me try to keep myself from losing it.
Iāll be honestā I didnāt plan ahead much. I had my feet in the water first, the meal I packed for myself in my hands. I dropped in, but immediately forgot that I couldnāt really swim, or float if both of my hands were occupied. Iāll admitā I was a little embarrassed when Aevin hoisted me up out of the water and set me close enough to the other side, but she did; propped me up right under some boxes, made sure that my shoulders were rested against something that would keep me upright. I was worried at firstāI thought I wasnāt in the right space. Hell, some of the shrimp fell into the waterās surface and I was so sure Iād be fired if I didnāt clean that up immediately. When Aevin swam off to collect whatever food that fell in, I figured I was finished.
Butā¦ Aevin had every piece in her hand. She gave them to me, drooling, huffing through her nose.
The waters vibrated, her organ squeezed tightly as she put them back in the plastic container. She got close to me. Really close. The water was coldā too cold for any normal person to sit in for too long, but she pressed herself against me.
Her mouth was held open just enough that I could see the drops of spittle dripping from her lip.
She was pressed right up against my shaft.
I thought I was doing too muchā feeling too much, but she rolled her bottom half, the water sloshing. Burning away what nothing was still in her systems. She pressed her palm to her mouth, licking the salty taste of seasoning left behind on her digits.
I felt her belly vibrate against me, her stomach contracted in on itselfā that soft, pliable flesh quivering against my. Member right behind my trunks.
Fuckā¦
I almost dropped the shrimp again. Carefully, I took one outā one that wasnāt splashed in water. Her eyes darted to it immediately. Again, another deep, painful gurgle tore through herā enough that she stopped her gyrating. She curled into me, panting, head close to mine, hands trembling on the surface of the glass behind me.
The water wasnāt so cold anymore to me.
āWant some?ā I asked in as snide a tone I could muster. Her abdomen trembled, she squeezed her eyes shut. A nod. Admission.
I cruelly ate the food in front of her.
The shrimp was alrightāthe shrimp at work was better than what I made, but her reactionā¦
No, her bodyās reaction. As soon as I ate it, she whimpered as her belly spoke louder, roaring at me, the vibrations alone shaking my cock. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning, but she didnāt have to hold herself back. She leaned harder against me, tongue lolled, drooling all over my chest as I indulged in every bite. I took little nibbles while her eyes stared longingly, I bit some whole, dangling that precious food in front of her face before I ate it.
I made her open her mouth. Clutching her cheeks with one hand, I dragged the taste of the shrimp along her buds with the other. Every second I teased her, that beautiful stomach was throwing a fit, bellowing deeply before rising to a painful squelchingā sloshing here and there, squeezing around the phantom of food only to cry louder than before. Every minute vibration got me closer and closerā¦
Holy fuck, she was grinding her starved belly against me, whiningā nearly crying out every time her gut made a sound.
Iā¦ Well, I finished. I didnāt want to make a mess of the waterāas soon as I felt it coming it was hard to stop. But, before I did, she pulled away from me. Hands clutched the head of my member still trapped behind my trunks. She held it just as I came.
Every drop must have landed in her hand because when she resurfaced, she dragged her tongue along her palmā¦
And just like that, she disappeared into the water.
I had to let the cold water nearly freeze me before I made an attempt to get out. Whatever was in the water, I made sure to clean up whatever I could.
On the third dayā¦ I gave Aevin a little snack, I guessā¦ I didnāt think Iād get this far.
I want to take it further. I donāt know how yet, but by morning, I think I know exactly what Iāll do. I just need to build aā¦ bigger crowd than just a few people.
WHEW Something possessed me tonight. Maybe I'm horny. Anywhoo, enjoy part two; things are getting SPICY.
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Day 2
Ohhkay. Day two. Day two. Second day.
Iām gonna be real, as soon as Iām done writing this, Iām getting myself off.
Fuck. I donāt know why this shit is so hot to me. I guess as a kid I was always fascinated with the sound the stomach makes. Always wondered how loud it could get. Like, if itād really try to claw its way out of the bodyā¦
Itās only day two and Iām struggling not to ruin my chances with this job. I need the money, but I wonder if itās worth having the time of my life with Aevin. I get to tummy fuck, a mermaid to keep emptyā
Okay. Let me actually write about my day before I start getting fucked up.
It had been a full 24 hours since Aevinās had anything. And I mean anything. I was instructed to try and fish out any remains in her tank, expecting there to be like. Shrimp tails or chum or something, but the water was still as chilly and clear as it was yesterday. I didnāt really want to think about the semantics of that, but thatās not what got me today. Aevin popped up during my shift. It was a little before the evening show. Her movements were a little sluggish, but she put on a cheerful face. That is, until her belly belted out a hollow groan that made little ripples in the water. I fucking stopped dead in my tracks when I heard thatā I thought there was a loose bolt and the metal flooring was about to give.
She swam up to me while I had the net in the water. I was watching her eyes kind ofā¦ scan the green mesh, likeā Like she was looking, or hoping for scraps, but since there were none, she put her hand on her stomach and rubbed it, pressing her fingers into the doughy flesh while floating on her back.
All the while, she was like. Staring at me.
I mean. I asked her a few questions. If she wasā¦ like. Okay. I guess she understood because she nodded. Her gut protested otherwiseā fuck. She squeezed her fingers around it, her chest heaved, her body tremblingā¦
I have to confess in here so that I donāt get caught by HR. I knew she was hungry. I grabbed some food from the bar. Iā¦ Well. I offered her some.
Oh, god, her stomach like. Squeezed. Like I could see her eyes light up, only to dim as soon as her gut clenched. She swam close to me when I sat myself down. I was going against HRās regulations, but I thoughtā¦ Beyond how turned on I was, maybe this was cruel?
But likeā¦ As soon as the loudspeaker spoke about the next show, she stopped. Briefly, she looked at me and her stomach released its tension, that squelching stomach groaning inside of her, loud enough for my ears to pick up. Again, she likeā¦ winced. Bit her bottom lip. Breathed funny as she glanced at me, then back at the foodā¦
Fuck, I was turning red. I was afraid sheād see me turned on.
Sheā¦ smiled. She gave her stomach a pat. Like. Beckoning. And then she dove back down to do her show.
She was still performing well, but likeā¦ Fuck, I think she knew. She had to have. She had pressed herself to the glass again, but she kept making glances at me. God, this group of guys had waved around some shrimp and she followed it, tongue out like a dog waiting for a treat. Oh, how her belly roared against the glass. She rolled her hips along with it, her gut must have been hurting. But she performed all the sameā somehow still so energetic and bubblyā¦
When no one was around, though, she let the mask slip. She was empty. Rubbing her stomach. Staring at people with the Fresh Catch meals.
It was when I was justā¦ keeping the area clean she tapped on the glass. I thought there was trouble. I went overā figured it could be fixed, but. No. She had herā¦ whole body smushed against the frame. Eyes half-lidded, mouth tightly pursed, teeth clenching down on her bottom lip. When I met her eyes, Iā¦ I went closer. Like. Made sure the coast was clear, the cameras werenāt pointed my way. And I came up. She looked down. Down to her belly. I put my hands against the glass separating us. Directly against the surface where her soft stomach was andā¦
Fuckā¦ It growled at me. She huffed as it did, bubbles leaving her lips. The glass vibrated, her body shudderedāI could hear it clearly, even with the water separating us. She squeaked as her stomach clenched tight, her belly almost barking out strained squelches in sequence, before it finally went silent. Swaying her hips, she met my eyes, looked away and pressed her whole arm across her middle.
Iā¦ Donāt know how I kept my composure for the rest of my shift. She swam away after that, back to putting on her show, but I know she knew. She knew I was into this, or maybe other people were into it. Was that her way of being nice after I offered food? Orā¦ or is she into this too? She could have taken the food no problem, but maybeā
Maybe she was looking out for me, but thenā¦ she noticed what I was doing and how I reacted and justā¦ Decided not to pursue? But then why did sheā
Gah. No, Iām horny. Fuck, I want to tease her more. I want to be crueler. I want to hold the next lunch I get just above her mouth and rip it away at the last minute. She has to like itā she wouldnāt have denied herself the chance and teased me if she didnāt like that feeling. I know her belly would feel so goodā¦ Fuck, everything about her would feel like heaven, especially with a gut that snarls so loud it slips through the fucking glass. Sheās got three more days, and I want to make it so much worse for her so that the stuffing feels all the more better. Wanting to make that belly tight and full, making it a taut ball.... I have to do something. I need this.
If I could have a single moment with her just onceā¦
A little fun thing that I wrote inspired by @emptyaevin that's not quite done yet. There's a lot of setup for now... But this is only day one. The rest of the days are going to be coming in when I have time. Right now, I'm running on empty (sleepwise) and need to snooze up, buuut trust that this'll have MORE coming soon~
Enjoy the little setup!
Day 1
I wanted to keep a little diary here to record my time being a zookeeper here at TUM, The Uncatalogued Museum. An exotic animal zoo wasnāt really on my job search, but this was the only place that was hiring, and I thought it would be a good thing to put on my resume. My job isnāt too bad; I clean up pens, I maintain some of the functions, run the shows, yada yada. Nothing too crazy. I think itās the creatures here that are crazy. Thereās a werewolf here that they bring out during moonlight hours, a few mothmen and women, hell, I managed the pens of the Loch Ness a few weeks ago before I was put on my newest assignment today.
I guess I should have started this diary on the first day of the job, but I guess nowās a good time than any.
So Iām taking care of a mermaid.
Or, I guess the higher ups said āoverseeingā.
Aevinās her name. Sheāsā¦ well, sheās a really pretty thing. Beautiful scales on her lower half, her upper half is about as covered as youād think. Billowing hair, pretty eyesā¦ Kinda chubby, whichā¦
Well. Shit, thatās hot.
Iām glad I can keep this somewhere private. Half of the creatures here are hot as fuck. Which is weird when I think about the fact that this zooās open to the public. Then again, bars are public spaces and this place has a lot of food and alcohol to go around. Never questioned it till now, but fuck it whatever. When I was introduced to her, she didnāt speak at all. She waved, smiled and all that when she surfaced from her water, but that was about it before she had to dive back down and do a show.
I think the instructions given to me by the higher-ups were what made me want to start this diary. My supervisor told me what she was likeā very sweet, gentle, all that, but then he said that she tends to get greedy. As a way to train her, he said that her food should come from the patrons that watch her show. I mean, that sounds fair, right?
I guess the strangest thing was that I was told not to provide her with food directly until āFeeding dayā.
Likeā¦ okay?
I figured itād be like those shows at the aquarium. Every so few hours in the day, thereās a feeding time and then that was it. Rinse repeat.
I got to actually see a show while I was doing my talks this evening. Aevinās particular skills are a sight to watch. She goes up to people, presses herself to the glass, blows bubbles. Swims around, does a few twirls under waterā¦
Not one person gave her anything though. And since I was prohibited from feeding her until that day came around.
ā¦Which gets me toā¦ This part.
I said it was weird for the zoo to do this. I know. But. I happen to haveā¦ a thing for this. Hunger.
I hate being hungry myself. I get cranky. Hurts like hell. Anyone else? Thatās hot as fuck.
Big bellies, thin bellies. Big bellies turn to thin bellies the longer theyāre left without food. Thatāsā¦ really hot to me. I donāt know if the higher ups knew, or if they assigned me to her because of that, but what I knew was Aevin was definitely hungry by the time the Zoo closed and I did my final duties. I didnāt notice it at first. She kept appearances while I did my thing, but during the silences, I noticed she didā¦ wellā¦
She.. She pushed her stomach to the glass one time. The soft flesh squished against the surface of the glass where someone was standing; some guy with some cocktail shrimp. She was swaying her hips around, rubbing her belly against the glass. She blew a few bubbles, but with the way she was breathing, she definitely was peckish after doing her ob for so long. Thatās when I heard it. Her belly.
I was right next to her, but it was as if I heard it clearly. A low whine that made her stop her little dance she was doing and look pleadingly at the man. He smiled, put his hand against the glass where her tummy was. As soon as that interaction was done, and he left, she went right back to her routine of swimming.
Iāll admit. I wasā¦ well, a little turned on. Granted, I was working, cleaning up whatever trash was near the glass, so I couldnāt really do anything about it, but for that to come out of her after all dayā¦
I didnāt really do much after that. I mean, by the time that happened, it was close to closing and we had to lock up. Butā¦
God, all I can do is imagine how much noise her stomach is making now. Sheās all in that cold tank, probably clutching her stomachā¦ No, not yet. I donāt think sheās there yet. I think itās going to need to be a few more days before the real results happen. I need to see those results. I want to have her tummy groaning. I need it.
ā¦I donāt know if sheāll let me touch it though. Maybe. Maybe ā¦ Ugh. The āBig Showā is supposed to be in the next five days. I donāt know if I can wait that long.
old hunger kink art ported from my DeviantArt before i start actually posting on tumblr (these were requested of me from different people):
(These are the only ones i feel worthy of porting here, don't worry better art will come, this stuff is a year old)
Also you can request anything you want!
Just send me an ask~
I want to apologize for not making a Christmas post, but I did want to share this animation I did!
I'm sort of an amateur animator with no prior experience, so it's not my forte. But I had to portray what I imagine a very empty, growling stomach looks like:
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