#kinky rambles

[ginger-and-mint]

this is very specific but I love it when someone is offered an especially tempting treat when they’ve already had a lot to eat — an irresistible dessert at the end of a big meal, for example — and then there’s this moment of contemplation where they’re torn between their desire for the treat and their uncertainty that their tummy can hold it

and there’s that pause where they frown, one hand pressing against the heaviness of their full stomach, trying to decide. They can feel how much is already in there — the tautness of all that food pressing against their hand, the shortness of their breath against its weight, possibly the soft grumbles of their stomach already struggling to digest so much. That little moment of analysis where they’re just completely focused on how their tummy feels, trying to determine if it has any room left

and then accept that one last treat, saying that they think they can manage just a little bit more.

[wkf-is-dead]

PSA!!!

@the-joy-doctor has lil fangs!!! spread the word!!!

also likes being called Master!

[ginger-and-mint]

On Indulging Someone

I see a lot of posts about desiring to treat someone to an indulgent meal around here, but there’s a very specific flavor of that idea that creeps its way into my head. I’m not sure how to fully articulate it at the moment but I’m just gonna toss some thoughts out:

I feel like I have a solid handle on what I’m not after. Most posts I see about making a big meal for someone are weight gain-centric, and the posts that aren’t tend to have these subtle dom/sub dynamics in them (i.e. “look how good you are for me,” “look what I’ve done to you,” etc.) Both of these are very valid things to enjoy, but Not It for me personally.

What I want... the idea that I am striving towards is indulgence centered on sensation and creating this all-consuming sensory experience that is completely tailored to what the other person would enjoy. That extends beyond food, ideally. Like creating the ideal environment for them to sink into -- whether that’s a warm and a cozy blanket nest with fairy lights and scented candles or a sunny kitchen table covered in white linen with an open window to let the breeze and birdsong in. Whatever they would enjoy most, you know?

But of course the food is the main event for a tummy fiend, right? I want to cook all of someone’s favorite dishes just the way they like them. So that every bite is a little spark of joy. So that the food itself is an act of being known.

I want to make sure there is as much of it as they could possibly want, and I want to keep them feeling good for as long as we can so that they can enjoy as much as possible. I want that growing heaviness inside to feel intensely good, and for any aches or twinges to be soothed away with the gentle pressure of a supportive hand.

I want it to be a collaboration, not a power play. Active communication about what feels good and what could be better, working towards this common goal of creating a little slice of absolute pleasure. I want to listen, both to improve the experience and for the joy of witnessing someone start to lose their train of thought as they slip deeper and deeper into a state of blissful overindulgence.

[ginger-and-mint]

currently simmering in thoughts around the concept of someone being too stuffed to move

not just so full that they don’t want to move — so full that their efforts to move keep ending in breathless groans, because their swollen stomach can’t take the strain. so full that they need a friend or two (or three!) to scoop them up and get them to bed, one hand around their back and the other gently but firmly supporting their tummy, trying to help it with the weight of a meal too heavy for it to hold on its own.

[ginger-and-mint]

super underused trope to have somebody in the middle of a big meal intentionally deciding that they can indulge to their very limit even though their tummy is starting to ache

specifically because there’s someone around who they know will soothe their overstuffed stomach with attentive rubs when they finally hit the point of not being able to fit any more in

[ginger-and-mint]

guys I am fiending hard for a very specific thing

and that thing is a stuffed person saying or thinking about how they feel like they’re going to explode

that is all have a nice day

[ginger-and-mint]

it’s just so heckin good when someone rests a HAND on their TUMMY okay

whether it’s an absentminded touch or a very deliberate press to try to work out a cramp

whether they hold the tight swell right under their ribs or the rounded side where their heavy meal is pushing out over their hips

whether they’re clutching a little overfull ache or just lying back drowsily and resting their hands where it feels best

a person holding their full tummy is just very very GOOD

[ginger-and-mint]

MYX. I'm pretty sure that is HIGHLY illegal. And what if they eat that treat soooo slowly, pausing when they're about halfway through it and prompting the other person to ask if they're alright, to which comes "I'm fine,, i can do it,, just gimme a minute,," 😖🔥🔥🔥 what is there that's better than treats being squeezed into an already tightly-packed belly?

🔥🔥🔥 oh no you made it worse 🔥🔥🔥

and maybe that pause prompts the other person to rest a comforting hand over their belly, rubbing some soothing circles, keeping things steady by pressing in a little where their stomach is pushing out -- and with that little bit of help, turns out that they can do it but just barely 🔥