#myfantasy

[hertinydickcucky]

[doggirl-saphie]

I fully do understand the appeal of the more extreme ends of hypnokink and I definitely feel some pull to some of it.

However nothing is hotter to me than, not being brainwashed and hypnotized, but instead being trained. Conditioned.

Slowly corrupted and twisted, knowing it's happening. Being subjected to gradual and constant conditioning that breaks down your will. Praise when I do so well. When I'm a good puppy. Punishment when I fail to keep up. Dumb slut.

Yes it's hot to lose all will and be hypnotized. But it's so so much hotter to me to have that will slowly dragged out and before you know it you don't want to have that will anyways. Why would I ever want to think when master can do that for me

[plushylust]

in elementary school they tried to make us scared of communism by telling us that you couldnt choose a job and theyd just make you do something. and uhhh. sorry i think that would be awesome

[alwaystimetraveling]

Handsome transit worker

Does anyone know this man? What a hunk! He can punch my ticket any day ;-)

[raccontifotografici]

Manutenzione

[tummyachesandchocolatecakes]

In which Jay eats his feelings and Hope helps him feel better.

This is a purely self indulgent fiction using OC to fulfil my tummy aching needs

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This was becoming all too regular. Jay would have a bad day and Hope would find him in the kitchen, devouring everything in sight. Not that she minded, because the aftermath was worth it for her, and god Jay looked good when his stomach was stretched to its limits.

“Bad day?” She asked, walking towards him and taking in the sight. Two empty pop tart boxes, the left over pizza from the night before was gone (even the crusts, and Jay HATES the crusts), the family sized coleslaw box was thrown to one side, and Jay was currently spooning the remaining contense of what once was a full 2litres of ice cream.

“The worst,” he said, wiping his mouth and letting out a light burp, “‘scuse me.”

She placed her hands on his face, lightly kissing his forehead before removing the spoon from his hand and placing it on the counter. He lent into her touch, sighing deeply.

“Do you want to talk about it? Or forget it?” Hope asked. Jay was a social worker, and some days he dealt with cases that would shake him to his core. All part of the job he’s tell her, but she knew it affected him by the way he’d gorge himself after a bad day.

“Forget.” He said, taking her hand and walking them to the couch.

He flicked on a marvel movie, always his go to for distractions, and lay with his head in my lap. Hope stroked his hair softly, but was paying little attention to the film. She could hear his stomach beginning to realise the magnitude of food that had been stuffed into it, as if it was finally catching up. She could hear it groaning lightly as it began to work on digestion, and could see it stretching against his shirt. The usual flat stomach replaced by a rather prominent bulge.

Hope zoned out, staring at his stomach and listening to the gurgling and groaning increase. Jay began to squirm on her lap, constantly readjusting the position his torso, and he lay his hand over his stomach in a tender but secretive way. You see Jay hated his emotional eating, and hated the way it left him feeling sick and sore. Getting him to admit he was in pain and let Hope help him was the biggest hurdle they’ve faced. He knows she’ll help care for him, but he’s too damn embarrassed to ask until he’s almost doubled up. This is why Hope watches him, because she’s learnt that if she initiates the comfort first, it’s less of a battle.

“Jay, come on, I know your belly is hurting.”

“No I’m fine, just getting comfy.”

Hope sighed, and turned his head to look up at her.

“Jay. I know you. I know your stomach. There is so much food in your belly right now there is no way in hell you’re not at least extremely uncomfortable by now.”

She could see the protest forming on his lips, but his stomach gave out a loud, sickly groan. The kind of groan that you cannot deny as one of pain. And that was it, his pretence was done with.

“My belly hurts so bad Hope. It’s so freaking full. I can honestly feel it pushing against my skin, like it’s run out of room and is going to burst.”

He pulled himself further up on her lap, pulling up his shirt to expose his severely bloated stomach which groaned and churned from the movement. He grabbed at his belly.

“Hope it hurts!” He groaned, letting out a sickly wet belch.

“Oh my darling.” She sighed, moving beneath him on the couch so he was laying between her legs with his back to her chest. Hope placed both hands on his stomach and began to asses the damage. His skin was pulled tight, his stomach hard and round. His overstuffed belly was fighting to digest the mass of food that had been crammed into it in such a short time, bubbling and churning with such force she could feel the movements beneath her palms.

“What do you need?” She asked, as she begins to rub slow, very gentle circles over the bubbling mess of his stomach. “Do you think you can ride this out, let it digest? Or are you going to need to be sick? Whatever you want I will help with.”

Jay groaned as another incredibly sickly burp escaped his mouth, causing is belly to wobble and the gurgles to louden. “ I want to ride it out, but I’m so...” another wet belch wscaped his lips “so full. I don’t have any room. Hope, God it hurts so much, I feel so sick, please just make it stop!”

“Shhhhh, baby calm down, you’re getting yourself worked up and you’ll make yourself feel worse.” She smoothed his hair with one hand and continued to rub his belly with the other, applying slowly increasing pressure to help his stomach empty into his intestines. It seemed to be helping as she could hear gurgles coming from lower down than just his stomach now. She moved both her hands back and continued the circular motions on his poor bloated tummy. Jay groaned and arched his back, pushing his belly harder into her hands, so she increased the pressure. Deep burps continued to escape him, she could hear them getting wetter and more sickly.

“Hope.” Jay groaned as yet another burp caused his stomach to jiggle. He curled himself further into her touch. “God Hope, please. My poor belly is in so much pain. It’s still so full, I’m so stuffed it hurts. Please I need to relieve the pressure, it hurts so much.” He whimpered as his belly let out another sickly groan, as if to cement his statement.

“Okay Jay, alright I’ll help you, I just need you to sit up a second.” Hope gently helped him into an upright position, much to the continued protest of his belly. “Now, can you make it to the bathroom or shall I bring you a bucket?”

“Bucket.” Jay moaned, his hair sticking to his sweaty face as he raised a shaking hand to his mouth.

Hope went into the kitchen to grab the bucket. This was not something new, she had helped Jay to relieve the pressure in his stomach many times before. As she re-entered the room, Jay was doubled over, arms wrapped tightly around his aching midsection. She sat back down and positioned him back between her legs, placing the bucket under his chin. She wrapped her arms round her stomach and pressed her hands firmly into the raging ball of anger that was his stuffed aching belly. Jay let out a moan, followed by a series of wet belches and mouthfuls of saliva.

“Okay darling, I know this isn’t nice. I know, I know I’m so sorry but it’s going to help.”

She continued palpating his stomach, pressing deeper and with more pressure, using the palms of her hand to press his stomach in an upward motion.

A few more wet burps and then she heard the sound she was after, as Jay lent himself over the bucket and began to heave. After only two wet wretches, his stomach content began flowing from his lips and into the bucket. Hope massaged his poor, sick belly through each contraction as it continued to relieve itself. After a while the heaves became dry and Jay flopped back against her. Hope pressed her lips to his head and lightened up on the pressure, returning to the soothing circular motion.

“Better?” She asked, feeling the physical signs of Jay’s less full stomach. The bloating was reduced though his skin was still tight and his belly was still groaning noisily.

“Hmm.” He sighed, relaxing into her. “I still don’t feel good, but I don’t feel anywhere near as stuffed. Please keep rubbing my belly, it still feels painfully full and I just need all this food to digest.”

“Of course.” She said, snuggling into him and humming. She continued to massage his belly until she heard his breathing level out and the soft snores begin. Jay looked more comfortable and almost peaceful.

But then is lower intestines let out a very deep, very wet gurgle. She moved her hands and looked down at Jay’s stomach. His lower belly was beginning to bloat up again. She moved her hands further down and placed them over his intestines. She could feel them rumbling and gurgling, as liquidy noises erupted from below and she could feel the gas bubbles moving beneath her hands. She sighed a deep sigh, and began caressing and rubbing his belly again, using more force. She could feel his intestines fighting back, the pressure within them building and his lower belly continuing to grow bigger and bigger as it filled with gas and badly digested greasy junk food.

It was then Hope remembered the ice cream Jay had been eating. Jay’s stomach doesn’t do well with large quantities of dairy at the best of times, she had always believed he was mildly lactose intolerant. His poor belly could barely cope with a large milkshake, let alone two litres of ice cream. And taking into consideration everything else he’d crammed inside his little belly, it was no wonder his intestines were suffering.

Jaw squirmed in his sleep beneath her, causing an eruption of gurgles, sloshing and moving gas bubbles under Hope’s hands. She deeply massaged a large gas bubble that had settled low in his stomach, causing Jay to let out a very large, very wet sounding fart and made his intestines begin to spasm into what she could feel was a very large, and very painful, cramp. This was confirmed by a sleeping Jay curling up around his abdomen and by him sleepily grabbing her hand and pressing it as hard as his sleep filled head would allow, into his poor churning and bloated belly.

This wasn’t over. Hope knew they were in for a long night.

[dirtyrednecklove]

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[mermaid-of-february]

Took this when i was drifted and see that was such a beautiful scene when the daylight fades. #couple #sunset #NinhBinh #HangMua #Muacave #onthetopofdragonnest #drift #theverylastmelodies #flimphotography #scenery #myview #myfantasy #lovers https://www.instagram.com/p/BsHdt9ih6q4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=112yv599o509j