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 + diapers 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
hey, speaking of my Google drive full of kink erotica! are you a burp/fart fetishist who likes in-depth, detailed descriptions of gas and fleshed-out characters and dynamics?
i have 50,000 words worth of oc fics involving burps, farts, and a smattering of other assorted kinks. ill be posting them all on ao3 in the near future and linking them but if you're interested you can read them all now in this google drive
they all feature the same two (male) ocs (they're t4t trans men) and they are chronologically sorted but yknow they're kinkfics you can read them however you want. each doc ranges in length from 1000 to 10,000 words so like some of these are Detailed.
all featured kinks are spoilered/triggerwarned at the beginning of the docs, so don't worry about getting jumpscared by unexpected stuff. i think some more niche burp/fart scenarios are in some of these, here's an incomplete list of kinks featured in one or more of these fics:
-burping: burp desperation, soda burps, burps after stuffing, embarrassed burping, burping in faces, burping while kissing, burping while eating someone out, hiccups
-farting: embarrassed farting, intentional and unintentional farting during sex, farts with a heavy emphasis on smell/SBDs, loud farts, toilet farts, pre-poop farts, sharts, consensual facefarting and mouthfarting with an enthusiastic recipient, farting during rim jobs, lube/anal sex farts, farting while getting eaten out, car farts, post-stuffing farts, both clothed and nude farting, lap farting, farting on pussy, shower and bath farts, tbh if theres a fart that exists it's probably in here LOL
-scat (all scat is kept under line breaks, so you can read a fic and then just stop when you see the break if you don't want to read the scat part): diarrhea, unintentional messing, constipation relief, watching someone shit, desperation, shitting into a container/bucket
-assorted: mild stuffing (voluntary, really just someone eating a little too much), belly sounds, belly rubs, bellyaches, praising someone for their gas, body worship and specifically ass worship, characters with canonical kinks (including a praise kink and eprocto + eructophilia), embarrassment and humiliation (of gas-haver) is in basically all of these
-kinks not in any of these stories: emeto, omorashi, weight gain, scat play, abdl, feederism, fart torture (all just not my cup of tea)
please read these little stories to your heart's content if you're interested :) please feel free to message me about them or send asks, I love knowing how ppl feel about my writing + having people actually find it hot
so somehow i completely accidentally sealed my phone into a waterproof bag... and then it just magically slipped down my swimsuit right into the water with me...
and it just happened to get stuck perfectly against my completely empty, heavy tummy too!
omg so the whole audio is literally just the wet pool ambience being constantly interrupted by these deep growls from my squish begging for food ><
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Full story under the cut
Today was a complete disaster. What should have been a simple recon mission ended with yet another world destroyed. Everyone told Kit it wasn't her fault, as if she hadn't been told that enough times in her life. “You didn't know” or “you did everything you could.” That wasn't good enough! That wasn't a real answer, it made her feel powerless…empty.
A low growl rumbled deep in the pit of Kit's stomach and she placed a paw on it with a grimace. She hadn't eaten much during that mission, too distracted. Now it had fully caught up with her. She lightly rubbed the hollow dip in her midsection and sighed. Kit could put food away when she wanted too and right now, eating her feelings sounded like as good a plan as any.
Kit lifted a paw and opened her menu; a translucent blue screen filled with text and icons appeared in front of her. Sure enough her stomach icon was flashing a concerning orange. She wasn't starving outright, but she didn’t see any point of depriving herself. Besides, a bit of healing would do her well. A look over her vitals told her she had neglected to patch herself up after escaping from that world.
Dragging her paw across the screen Kit looked through her inventory till she got to her healing items. She always had plenty stocked up. She had to for the nature of her work; not to mention for…other reasons.
Hot dogs were a staple for Kit. Mustard had always been her favorite condiment and the hot dog was the perfect vessel for it. Not to mention they…reminded her of home; at least, what was home.
As Kit sat cross legged on her bed munching away she was taken back to a happier time. When nothing was her fault, when even the worst days seemed to have a happy ending. A small whine escaped her throat and she felt the familiar streaks of tears on her cheeks. Damn it. Again, again she couldn't keep this out of her mind. How she screwed up, how she didn't have to pay the price. How she had to live with this every day and every night; how she felt the need to try and atone for. Nothing ever really made this feeling go away. It was just subdued, hidden away till she was vulnerable enough to start beating herself up again.
The hot dog quite literally felt like a bandage, the problem was this was much more than a small cut. Kit's stomach icon was a solid yellow now, hardly something to concern herself with, at least that's what the menu told her. Her body however had its own feedback. A torrent of gurgles made her midsection quiver as her body demanded more. A single hotdog was hardly enough for someone with an appetite like Kit.
Kit closed the menu and tried to forget about it. She was fine, she had healed and should focus on her next move. She still had to figure out what to do with Flappers. Kaboodle wouldn't exactly be happy if she didn't have some plan for the people she kept…saving.
Saving…
Yeah sure saving, if that's what she wanted to call it. Who was she kidding? She wasn't saving anything. All she could do was waste. Waste time, waste resources, waste lives. Her paws balled into fists as her body tensed. A sharp inhale was her last defense before the tears stained her cheeks once again..
Damn it, again. Here she goes again spiraling. Great job Kit. Before she even knew what she was doing her inventory opened and she produced another hot dog from it. Whatever they had plenty…
The hot dog was exactly how Kit liked them, all of them were. Soft, lightly toasted buns and an all beef wiener covered in what most would say was far too much mustard. Kit's sharp teeth sunk into it with ease as she devoured half of it in one bite. The first one awakened her appetite and she realized how deeply unsatisfied she was. Her stomach was churning in eager anticipation after being underfed for over a day. Resting a paw on her midsection Kit could feel the hollow dip in her core and the violent digestion of her body trying to replenish the calories it had been screaming for.
Another bite was all it took for her second hot dog to disappear. That wasn't enough either, she could never get enough of the taste. Not to mention the comforting sensation of digestion. Her muted sniffling subsided into a low purr as she rubbed her midsection. The action was just another form of self soothing as she let herself go on auto pilot. Eating when she wasn't in danger, not forcing herself to do it always felt good. She could just enjoy the flavors and the sensation of nourishing her body.
Kit used her last bit of agency to check her inventory and look at how many supplies she had. With her healing supplies resting comfortably at a four digit number suddenly her hunger seemed to burn hotter. Her entire midsection felt like a cavern and her mouth was watering. She could eat as much as she could fit, just let loose and push her limits. It had been a while….
There was no stopping Kit at this point. She was eating her feelings and dammit no one was going to stop her. She needed this, needed the time to just indulge. She opened her inventory and left it open this time; dragging the screen off to the side as she produced another hot dog. She took a bite of it and produced another as she kept chewing. If she couldn't fill the hollow spot in her heart, her stomach was the next best thing.
After the fourth hot dog Kit wasn't counting anymore, not that she was terribly invested in keeping track. It was just a cycle of eating a hot dog in no less than four bites before moving onto another. Her actions weren't rushed, but rather absentminded. She wasn't in a good headspace and the simple action of eating was a welcome distraction. She chewed each bite thoroughly, relishing each mouthful before it disappeared into her steadily filling stomach.
The hollow space in Kit's core filled and her midriff started to expand with each disappearing hot dog. No longer was there an empty dip, now it was a rounded out curvature. Her previously rushed digestion settled in for the long haul as she loaded up on meat and carbs. Kit hummed softly for a moment before a gentle *urp* passed her lips.
“Scuse me.” Kit said out of habit. No one was here to perceive the outburst, but it felt wrong not to acknowledge it herself. Her hand returned to her midsection. The swell in her guts was easy to feel. The burp made room, but she was filling up quickly. She started to rub in a clockwise motion, restricting her hot dog intake to just one hand.
Even though Kit was feeling comfortably full, that was never her stopping point. She laid back fully in bed and felt the contents of her stomach moving with her. There was already extra weight to her movements and it was making her tail swish in excitement. She pressed on her bloated stomach lost in the sensation of filling herself.
*uuurp* “....oh~” Kit couldn't suppress the tiny moan that accompanied her belch. She was getting lost in the sauce, more specifically the double mustard. It was kicking her digestive system into overdrive as it tried to accommodate the plethora of calories she was dead set on consuming.
At this point Kit's more complex emotions had been forgotten. All of it was replaced with the simple pleasure of her guts being packed tight. She finished her latest hot dog and didn't immediately get another, just laid still and assessed what she did to herself.
Kit rested both paws on her bloated midsection and felt the turbulent digestion taking place. Beneath her fur was a symphony of exasperated groans. Her stomach was packed tight enough to be taut to the touch. It made her mewl as an aching pain accompanied each audible outburst from inside her.
“Why the fu-*urrkurp* Did I eat so much?” Kit questioned as another burp forced itself out of her. It offered no relief and only called more attention to how she was full beyond reasonable capacity; teetering on the edge of nausea…and pleasure. Each harsh churn of her digestive system elicited another moan from the cat.
“I'm so fucking full…” Kit whimpered to herself as she cradled her bloated midsection. Her skin was taught and beneath the surface her insides were shifting with the burden of calories packed inside it. All the cat could manage was a slow steady panting between pathetic moans as the uproar in her guts persisted. She could feel her overtaxed stomach trying to squeeze and digest its contents. Beneath her paw pad a torrent of ominous gurgling warned her of the internal struggle.
Kit turned on her side much to her stomach's dismay. This slight movement was necessary however. As her now expansive midsection rested on the bed beside her she cradled it protectively.
“Oh…settle down…” Kit pleaded as her insides squeezed and undulated. She could feel the harsh mechanical digestion taking place as her body worked steadily. Each churn sent a wave of pain and mild pleasure through her. She'd done it again, gone too far and would be dealing with this for hours. Unable to form any thoughts not related to digestion her binge eating session had accomplished her goal. All that was left was a bloated mess with only one worry, when this stomach ache from over indulgence would pass.
Kit's eyes were heavy now; any dampness from crying had dried and she was exhausted. Her paws roamed over her middle lazily as she comforted herself. It was all she could manage as her exhausted body now threatened to force her into unconsciousness. It wouldn't take much, moving was out of the question for the next several hours. Not to mention she couldn't remember the last time she slept. She just prayed it would be a dreamless slumber, or more accurately one without nightmares. The last thing she needed was for this to start all over again. Her waistline wouldn't be able to handle this kind of emotional eating regularly.
As Kit's eyes fluttered closed she enjoyed the absence of thought and the steady churning of her digestive system. Occasionally a particularly powerful gurgle would make her wince, but otherwise she was comfortable. Within hours she'd be peacefully slumbering with a full stomach…just like she did back home.
I’ve had this fantasy of trying different diets to see how my stomach reacts and I got a taste of it yesterday. I didn’t pack enough food for breakfast or lunch, and by 10:30 I was starving and my stomach was growling every few minutes. They were really long, deep noises that I know my coworkers heard, like I hadn’t eaten all week 🥵
By request I shall share the mod! (Also sorry it took a bit, I have been tired af recently so I didn't feel like looking for the mod name but-) It's called "Dynamic Surroundings".. the mod adds a bunch more sounds and visuals like realistic ambiance, like birds chirping in nature and echoey caves, it also, like I mentioned, has your player's stomach growl when hungry, and their heart beats when they take a lot of damage..!
You can clearly tell why I enjoy the mod sm tho... 👁👁
In order to use the mod, you gotta use a thing called CurseForge, idk how common that is among M/necraft modders but just so y'all know ✌🏽 this wasn't the only mod we used so it can work alongside other mods :] tho this is an older version of MC so there may or may not be a newer version of the mod available
i'm so weak to hungry -> stuffing scenarios where the stomach is vocal throughout the entire process it's like mouthing off its grievances first about not being fed to actual whining about having to work to digest so much food. even better if there is a caretaker/partner/friend who is receptive to these complaints and tries to comfort correspondingly, providing food/rubs all while verbally acknowledging the sounds of a very dissatisfied tummy. like "wow, sounds like it's been a minute since you ate" to "aww, maybe it was a little too much for you" gets me all sorts of fucked up
(Don’t reblog with regular tags or in a sfw account pls)
It was going to end with a stuffing drawing, but I’m so tired rn I will better save the best for last and reserve the feeding stuff for a more complex drawing ;p
Edit: HERE’S THE CONTINUATION
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