DMs open, please be sweet 🌽 Eat all the yummy yummy shame corn also 18+ minors and pedos n zoos n all dni also I'm taken this is just a kink blog I'm here to kink broskis lemme kink Oh I should probably warn you, I'm into bellies and farts n scat. Yea I'm not too proud but I'm glad I have an accepting partner ❤️
Any and all pronouns bc genderfluid and bc more anonymity/ambiguity 😈
I'm 18+ btw no minors interact with me ever please
And no ppl attracted to kids or animals that's not good or ethical
And no one mean in general
So uhhh god gave me a kink for every part of the digestive process except piss so this is my little cope corner
🗣️📣‼️‼️‼️‼️🌽 Yes goodness sorry I forgot to like EXPLICITLY explicitly state: THIS IS A VERY GROSS NSFTUMBLR BLOG it's not illegal usually buttt I am a very gross ethical 🌽 lover warning for scat (💩) that's as extreme as it gets I think
Also hey if any of y'all sfw or fandom blogs saw me like your content sorry I just like your content you can block me if you want
🌽 My DMs are open! Free to talk about any kinks listed or whatever you wish ✨ +18, no creeps, & I am taken 💖
im into:
Both genders all genders no gender humans humans humans multiple humans at the same time grrr
Farts
Scat (not eating or smearing just relief and desperation)
Hunger (not pro ana just tummy noises and sensations if u have an ED seek help)
Stuffing/bloating
Feedism
Burps
Tummy noises
Bellies in general
Bdsm
Petplay (I'm a submissive little puppy and my chronically stressed ass enjoys the regression very much)
Hypnosis
Nerds and like science experiments and mid-sex obscure video game references (looking at you partner I love you)
Vore (fantasy ofc)
Consensual somno especially soft and wholesome and combined w/ other kinks like puppy stuff
Fluffy sappy cavity causingly sweet wholesome sex/kink/aftercare both giving and recieving
⭐ Unique kink combos, so send me ideas if you got em!
And sometimes:
Terato!! Big big monsters (not animals tho. I'll take only any creature that CAN consent)
Emeto (very rarely)
Mouths (clean and well taken care of I don't like unclean bodies in general personally)
Feet (not something I'll be talking about at least not much but I'm very attracted to my partner's feet specifically, if feet weren't in contact with the ground and common hosts of bacteria I'm sure I'd be way more into it. Germs and dirt and grossness are the only things stopping me really. Hi partner if you're reading this I love your beautiful feet and if I had any less restraint I'd kiss em!)
I like some intox but mostly just w🍃🍃d as a medication/remedy + community/culture????? for me. It certainly does help some but I still need to improve my moderation lol
im not into:
Anything unethical or illegal or unsafe or actual death/danger adjacent also go/re, zoo/animals, in/ces/t, and pe.d.o/children
Actual r@/pe (CNC is ok in heavily communicated super established very consensual adult rp in fact I rather like CNC but NOT REAL NONCON EVER)
Slob/filth/uncleanliness its cool just not for me, I'm very germaphobic irl but u live ur life slobs ily just don't die pls
Piss idk why god left out only one piece of the full set but pop off ig
Ageplay it's not for me but pacifiers specifically and the idea of no responsibility/pressures is cool
I'm not very judgemental unless a kink actively causes harm to oneself or others I mean look at me
My tags:
Shamecorner bulletin (posts by me)
Shamecorner asks
Shamecorner reblogs
Shamecorner fics
Shamecorner ocs
Shamecorner oc: [insert oc name]
Shamecorner fandom: [insert fandom name]
I really appreciate the kink community on Tumblr and uhh if you wanna talk kink experiences or ideas just submit an ask or maybe even dm me just keep it platonic and non creepy/predatory please and keep in mind I'm taken and have a life and all that
Person laying in bed, whining at how bloated and filled up they are, while her girlfriend lectures the woman about her diet. A pillow? Really? A WHOLE pillow, swallowed whole? No wonder she's having trouble digesting it, the fibers must be hard to break down...
The girlfriend very promptly shuts up, however, when her partner points out that the pillow was COVERED in the girlfriend's scent and taste, and how the girlfriend would be SO easy to gulp down later, considering their size difference... so, unless the girlfriend wanted to become food, she'd better shut up.
(As a bonus, the pred uses this threat to cajole her girlfriend into massaging her stomach, which causes a cacophony of unhappy gurgles and groans from the pred's stomach as it tries to digest the girlfriend's pillow.)
Im feral for starved, empty bellys rn so please excuse my horny ramblings 😵💫😵💫
I want to be starved for so long that my belly is constantly groaning just begging for anything to fill it. She'd just scream constantly, with long, low rumbles that shake my entire core. Eventually my muscles would ache from being vibrated constantly by my starved guts.
Id have to go lay down, holding my belly to make the intense pangs manageable, and coo over ever last rumble. Id squirm getting so violently turned on by how desperate my belly has become, begging her to stop growling for just a little bit. Maybe someone would find me in that state, all vulnerable and empty, and tease me with all the food Im not allowed. Despite all my pleas and begs, my belly would go unfed and continue howling like a rabid animal for food😖😖
Feeding a girl nothing but light 200 calories shakes every three or four hours so her tummy is forced to digest barely sustainable liquids and scream out of frustration for a day or two... hggggffff
I wanna kiss over that empty starving tummy as it gurgles and squelches and howls and use it as a pillow...
i hate this economy do you have any idea how hard it is to get overfed on purpose for Horny reasons when everything edible costs 3x as much as it did a couple years ago. crimes against me, specifically,
69ing a pretty girl but both your faces are pressed up against the warm, soft skin of each other's guts as they both go from full and churning idly to the wet, aching squelches of hunger...
♡♡♡ Having a cutie whine and groan about their hunger and their poor tummy growling and aching...but not letting them eat juuust yet because of the cute little show they're putting on for you... ♡♡♡
Also. One of the cutest things ever is when a sub starts mumbling or begging "shut up" over and over when you haven't even said anything yet, because you're so inside its head that it knows what you're going to point out or comment on before you even said it.
Approaching you while licking my lips & a hungry gleam in my eye--you *know* I only see you as a meal. And you've been waiting your whole life for someone to reduce you to nothing but food, haven't you?
I know you want this, so get on your knees & let me devour you whole.
You’re perched beside me on our battered old couch. My body is curled, fetal and defenseless, into the hollow at your side. You let your head droop onto my shoulder, the crown of your hair brushing my neck in lazy, affectionate flurries, while the TV flickers something neither of us are watching.
Your left hand comes to rest on my belly. It’s embarrassingly empty, and you must feel the tension because you press the palm in deeper, then begin to trace circles. At first the arcs are feathery—almost apologetic, as though my stomach were a sleeping pet you didn’t want to jostle awake. But when I sigh happily, you’re emboldened. Your hand works in firmer, larger spirals, kneading the skin over my navel in a rhythm that makes the hollowness inside me yawn wider.
Out of nowhere, my belly lets loose a shudder. Not a polite, ignorable grumble but a deep, rolling complaint that fills the space between us with its need. Your eyes go wide in mock horror. “Wow,” you say. “is there a direwolf trapped in there? Should I be wearing chainmail?” You poke my side and I yelp, more at your words than the poke itself. I want to explain the hunger, but also to keep it to myself, as if my need could be tamed by sheer force of will.
You keep at it, the rubbing, the teasing. You say, “Can you imagine all the food that would fit in there?” Suddenly you’re narrating an imaginary menu: “A bakery’s worth of cinnamon rolls. Piping hot pizza with layers and layers of cheese. Oh my God, and fries. Truffle fries, the kind with the skin still on.” Each item you conjure seems to land inside me with a wet slosh, my stomach gurgling in eager approval.
You don’t stop, not even when my face is burning, not even when my hands flutter self-consciously over your own on my skin. You laugh, not unkindly, and I try to smile through the embarrassment, but you can tell I’m flustered.
You lean in, so close I can smell the dregs of your peppermint ChapStick and the hint of laundry detergent clinging to your hoodie. I tighten my core, willing it to stay silent, but the gurgle that follows sounds almost human in its longing. You’re delighted.
“God, you’re starving,” you say, and your voice is half sympathy, half triumph. Your hand strays a little lower, where the muscle and soft meet. “You’re adorable when you’re hungry.”
there is nothing more freeing and fun than running a hornyblog, specifically as a fetishist. so many horny people are truly missing out on the experience of being delightfully weird in good company. slamming reblog on a sexy person in niche costume who wants you to add your two cents in the tags (even if, no, especially if it’s just you losing your mind making animal noises?) it’s such a beautiful thing to be collecting/posting stuff that is so extremely tailored to your own sexual interests that you forget anyone else in the world exists, but there will always be people who are actually here to see what you dig regardless. giving your hoard of freak-os daily updates in your own personal spank digest so that all your friends know what you’re jorking it to - like letterboxd for porn or goodreads for erotica. not even hesitating to drop your deepest, weirdest, inner fantasies like it’s just casual conversation. yeah, I wish I was tim curry - but I’m tim curry as a mad scientist/confectioner who tests wonka-esque experimental hiccup-inducing candy on unwilling participants by way of bound forcefeeding. my buddy over here wants to get alien-impregnated with eggs that explode in patterns that are only predictable through rigorous mathematic equation. no joke, in the past year I have scored TWO separate ghostbusters kink commissions, both of which involve degradation being dished out by a sultry bill murray. we are creating erotica that is so silly, so absurd, that our friends are either laughing along with us, or shamelessly agreeing that it floats their fucked-up little boat. we are the monty pythons of the sexuality spectrum. nothing is off the table. tmi is out the window. actually, nothing and tmi are a yuri couple fucking each other crazy style on the table and through the window. for all I know, tmi stands for TELL ME, ICON! nobody gives a shit. everybody gives a shit. death to shame. death to secrecy. fetishposting is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
Not just little content sighs, not just little giggles or laughs.
M o a n s. Head tilted back, eyes closed, hand half covering your mouth as the impolite noises and gasps being made escape you as hands press into the spot where *everything* in your guts begins to shift. Feeling your stomach relax and churn as the vagus nerve gets activated. Getting horny from just that is something else, and its fucking *hot*.
POV: You adopted a pup that thinks entirely with their belly so every meal ends with them stuffed stupid and curled up in your lap begging for belly rubs. Their tummy all round and heavy against you after they’ve eaten way too much way too fast, eyes half lidded and absolutely shameless about it, softly whining until you start rubbing their belly. And until their next meal, this is what your ears are graced with
I don't think there's anything hotter than a person who gets interrupted mid- sentence by their stomach. They'll be going on while their tummy churns in the background until - *gGGLLLuuuRRCCCHHH* - and the person stops. Stumbles over their words, brain clearly reeling from the sound their stomach made... obviously released out of a building cramp of achingly wet digestion or hunger.
It's so fucking hot to see them blue-screen in real time 🥵
Pretty basic situation but i'm weak for when someone's stomach lets out its first hungry growl and they immediately excuse themselves and go "sorry, that was me". Someone who's embarassed about their tummy being empty to the point of audibly grumble and plead for food, but still they're too polite and feel the need to apologize for disrupt the moment. Even if that means bringing attention to themself, acknowledging it's their stomach that's complaining and twisting with hunger and causing such a ruckus. It's even worse if their tummy continues to rumble after they admited the fault, everyone knows it's them, everyone is aware of their pathetic, needy starved state
…just how many burgers does this *Zoro eat on nights Franky cooks? Franky's BBQ's used to be once or twice a month but without Sanji he's grilling 3x+ a week , right?
