Welcome to the Dumpster Fire

~30ish, ace, he/him, taken. Kink blog! Woo yay. Into belly kink, stuffing, and thighs. Not for a kink reason I just think they're great. I block ageless, minors, and blank blogs; DNI. Despite the title I love my interests and have no shame.

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Fresh new kink blog!

Wanted to show my bare midriff without endangering my career. 'Cause that's evil now or something. That being said:

I block ageless and underage blogs. You've been warned! Nothing personal, but I'm a grown man and this is my kinky space.

Things I'm into: -bellies, stuffing, praise, bondage, some pet-play adjacent things. This year I found out being submissive with my partner is also very fun and exciting.

Things I really like that aren't kinks but you'd be forgiven for thinking so: Monsters/monster women, the whole body but especially thighs, anything from fromsoft games, clothing/character design stuff

I love to garden and study insects for the fun of it :)

I'm not a gainer, but I have been putting on weight. I also love the belly pudge I've developed in the last year, I think it's cute.

My tags are as follows:

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You know it's a cycle limited only by the food available. If i had infinite resources I think I would have multi-day stretches where I just eat as soon as my stomach isn't full to the brim, just to draw out the sensation. I don't think it's possible, but I'd be the kind of guy to test if I'd get stretch marks just from pushing my limit for days on end without giving my body a break. I love being satisfied and comfy, I always have, but something changed in my brain in the last year that just makes me insatiable when I get going ._. the vulnerability and aching discomfort of overdoing it is part of the pleasure. The cycle of pain from an overstuffed belly, to the relief of digesting and finally being able to burp and breathe easier, to the illicit thrill of indulging more, feeling more go down your throat, more land on top of what's already there as you swell again to accommodate it and the pain returns, and now you're ready for a tender set of possessive and benevolent hands to do what they want with you. I love it so much.

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Not to be a degenerate pervert, but I really wanna gently hold that pretty face between my big hands and smooch that forehead.

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A night of overdoing it for hours leads to very tight shirts

(Last one is the 'before' pic)

Phew 😮💨

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Being woken up by the hungry growling of a belly that's uncomfortably swollen from a night of indulgence, surrounded by empty plates and donut boxes and hollow jugs of liquid. Having to take a moment to get your bearings and remember what you did and how you got this way.

You feel so bloated and heavy but so wildly hungry

C'mon. It's time for breakfast.

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(flirting) you look so biteable today

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Last night I really got distracted by how soft my sides are getting. It's so crazy, I've never been this soft before. As much as it would be fun being a lean but sturdy slab of beef I actually really love my body with some squishy bits 🥰

lookin' round because it was the end of the day. But my gal is buying me dinner today at the buffet! So uh... prepare yourselves lol. My waistband sure isn't.

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Looking through old photos and realizing how much deeper my bellybutton is now than two years ago 😳

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Back in the day, I styled myself as an ameteur sketch artist. To observe the structure, the shapes and borders that define the physical existence of a thing: there is so much beauty to be found in this. There is so much more to a flower than its colour.

Human bodies, though maddening to work on, are to me the pinnacle fascination in regard to this particular craft. The way skin folds, muscles and fat bulge and stretch with positioning. Our borders are maddeningly, beautifully, wonderfully non-static. I really love that about us.

Oh! The details! The groove down someone's back, the wrinke at the corner of an eye, the way someone's hair falls. So mundane, yet so dazzling when you have the mind to see. The tiny rolls in the skin of one's sides when they twist or bend their torso, the way thighs spread when anyone sits, the shape of a belly button before and after a meal, the way boobs spread when someone lays on their back, the way hands and feet articulate, the way our eyes change as we age.

One thing I always appreciate when I see it, both because it's hot and because it's objectively beautiful to me, is how a belly folds when someone sits and is relaxed. The contours of life, the contours of us, are perfect. Our shifting borders, our mutability, our outlines, they are all perfect. Full stop. Not because I've ascended to some post-beauty-standard plane of thought or whatever the fuck, but because we are art. We are art.

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too-tight tshirt that exposes the love handles X lowrise sweatpants. crowd goes wild

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ugh. UGH. You are so right.

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i was really full and taking a break from stuffing myself, but now we're at the part of the edible where i could eat forever

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tummy hurts

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hopital

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part of being a vampire would be really great. The hunting and striking from the shadows and sinking your teeth in, drowning your thirst and gorging until you're too replete to move and you're surrounded and covered in the leftovers.

Except that part where it hurts people lol I don't like that in the slightest.

Some times a mf just wants to hunt with his bare teeth and hands but like... can the prey just be a sandwich? Can we like tie a sandwich to a dog at the park that likes to play 'chase me" or somethin. Anyone. What do. Halp.

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Oof

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Steak and Cheesy Tortellini

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When she rides my full belly to get herself off and I'm moaning at how much pressure there is 'cause it hurts but she does it anyway - that my friends gets me sooooo turned on. Like, yes, use me. I'm yours. I am here to please you. I did this for you. I love you. It feels like I'm going to explode but I don't want you to stop until you get what you want from me <3

Okay this was in the drafts for a bit but I'm still thinking about it. Like babe, you did so good helping me get this big. I feel practically solid. I'm so stuffed my head is spinning from breathing shallow. My sides ache, I feel like I barely have enough skin to stretch around how much food is inside me. I can barely move, but god I just want to be under you. If I've really been a good boy, and ate so much for you, come straddle me. Squeeze me, just a little, feel how firm I am between your thighs, how much resistance there is when you finally bring those hips down onto me. I've had so much you can finally get the right amount pressure between your legs, and though I can barely contain it all, the look on that beautiful face tells me I'm right where I belong <3

My stomach groans plaintively under your rocking hips. You can almost feel it gurgling, trying to digest and ease the pressure that's just not going away; I moan at the discomfort with every thrust as you drag yourself over the crest of my overstuffed belly - for a moment you're worried it's all too much - but my hands grip your thighs and keep you where you are. For you, I can take it. I got this full for you, I want you. I want this. I love you. I love you. I love you.

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I want someone to stuff me full to the point there is *no* chance of sucking in. I just have to be fully packed and round, I have to feel it getting in the way, I have to feel *big*.