Lover of tummy aches

🌸🌸🌸 32, fic writer, lover of tummies the fuller and sicker the better 🥵Emeto 🥵stuffed queasy bellies, 🥵 deprived gluttony 🥵omo PLEASE DM me about your gluttony. Especially if you made yourself sick🥵🥵🥵

[furattic]

Art by uiokv829

[lazer-exe]

I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare

[didy414]

summerboy

[lolwealldie]

Little lighting study, nothing more..

Hope he has dreams of a big scaly temperamental man 💚

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^ the inspo

[queasybellyprincess00]

Halal guys is BOGO rice bowls today

stuffing my face with 3 kinds of meat and these delicious hulk nuts with vitamins

Im stuffing myself and loving it! Im saving the second bowl for my post drunk night Monday, but I know some of you cuties would love both 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🤤🤤🤤🥵🥵🥵🥵

[curlyink27]

"Hey! You! Come over here!!"

Art gift for @gustygardns

[fatfelix]

No wonder my sleep has gotten so much worse in the last 18months

[aquilacalvitium]

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

[aquilacalvitium]

Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again

[gae-bug]

Draw it badly or it'll never be drawn.

Paint it badly or it'll never be painted.

Sculpt it badly or it'll never be sculpted.

Sew it badly or it'll never be sewn.

Make it badly or it'll never be made.

Make bad art.

[alessio-simp]

MORE BOWUIGI FAMILY!!!

Friendship 🧡💚

[feeniroir]

Sweet reunions 💕

I did a small playlist with songs that remind me of them if you want to listen to it ^^ Bowuigi playlist

[loveridden1999]

[nastyjungle-deactivated20200923]

hot ride

[theywontletmebeprincipal]

i hate it here

[forgotn1]

[queasybellyprincess00]

round 3

all of them look like this

[gotitforcheap-deactivated201611]

[gotitforcheap-deactivated201611]

update:

[thanksgivingsandwich]

We should all do this

[queasybellyprincess00]

didnt get a pick but 2 slushy 4 cherries

Both made with 191

[burpyurpybabes]

I want to have someone who would encourage me to eat all day. Praise me for each bite, push me a little bit further with tender touches and words of praise. I want someone to be in control, someone I can trust to care for me, who can keep me fed and ensure I don't need to think or worry for anything.

I want to be told I'm doing well, as I'm struggling to swallow each bite. I want a hand to squeeze against my bloated belly, reminding me of how full it is, and how dangerous it currently is to play with. I want gentle hands along my chin, guiding my gaze upwards as I lower to my knees, the last view I'll have of them for a moment. I want to be told I'm pretty before they step behind me and lower to my level.

I want to feel their thigh press between my legs, hands gripping my hips and bringing me closer to them, giving me permission to grind along their thigh. I want to feel their hands along my stomach, between my legs, along my chest, up my neck, in my mouth. I want to feel their embrace around me as I pant, squirming hard against them. I want to feel their breath on the back of my neck, hear their praise rumble from behind my ear.

I want to feel them close to me as I struggle to swallow, their chest against my back and their hands around my stomach as my tongue hangs between my lips and I struggle to breathe. I want to be told to let it out onto the floor, or on myself, of in a bin, or in the toilet. I want to be held close and praised each time I gag and spew and overwhelming bloat of partially digested gluttony. I want to soak their thigh completely, I want to make a mess.

I want to be turned around and shushed when they think I'm done. I want to be held in their lap, my head on their shoulder and their arms around me as they tell me how good I did. Their hands cup my cheeks and bring a glass of water to my lips - or maybe it's milk, or soda, or something else completely. I drink it quickly, and it comes right back up and all over us.

I want to ride them, facing them with their hands on my stomach. I want the motion of the action to upset my stomach, force more vomit up my throat and onto us. I want an orgasm like I've never had before.

I want to be told I was good, I want to be held while we both come down from the high. I want to be showered, and I want to get sick once or twice while we do so. I want to curl up with them and take a nap, fucked and fed and dreaming of the next time we can do it again.