Eat, Drink, and Be Horny

Q, she/they, 40ish. @dreamsincolor's belly kink sideblog.

[talking-pillow]

Intro Post

I suppose I should start off with a brief introduction so:

Hello! I'm Q (she/they) and this is my belly/food kink sideblog! I made this blog because I wanted to be hornier than I'm comfortable being on my main blog.

If I listed all of my various kinks I'd be here all day, but I'm especially into belly noises, hunger, mild stuffing, and stomachaches. Also just, like, bellies in general. All tummies are good tummies as far as I'm concerned.

The only things I'm not really into are vore (except in very specific circumstances), extreme stuffing, and extreme weight gain. I guess I just like my fantasies more realistic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My askbox is open, and I love getting messages and questions. But, like, don't be weird, okay? Or at least match my level of weird.

Since this is a sideblog, I'll be following and liking from my main, @dreamsincolor. Feel free to follow me over there, too!

Lastly, I know it's a free internet and anyone can do anything, but I'd request that you don't follow me if you're under 18. For the normal (legal) reasons, and also because I'm old enough to be your mother, and that's weird.

[dreamsincolor]

Check out the Let Me Tempt You community on Discord - hang out with 62 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

Hi folks, just refreshed the invite link for my little server! Let Me Tempt You is an 18+ Good Omens server focused on belly/food kink! We are body- and sex-positive, and extremely queer. Please come join us if you'd like to discuss enormous amounts of dim sum 🥟

[talking-pillow]

Please join my server if you like Good Omens!!

[lottiebedlam]

KINK RATING TIME!!

Send me a kink and I’ll rate it! 

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

[hungrykeaton]

20 Inch Pizza

Well here is a 20 inch personal pizza video from the other week. You can finally get a more recent long video from me now!

God this pizza was giiiiiigantic, and it took me like over an hour to pick it up but it was definitely worth it. I got a supreme with double pepperoni and it was delicious. So delicious that I couldn't help but stack the slices of pizza up on top of each other like a sandwich and eat them.

It's so much easier to eat a ton of pizza like that, every bite is just 3x the amount of pizza and its fun to just hold two giant stacks at once and alternate between them. Just seeing a ton of pizza in front of me lets me give into the gluttony so easily, I just lose myself craving eating every last bite in my big fat belly.

Sorry that I get up a couple for more drinks, one annoying thing about my food capacity blowing up is I now need more than an entire 2 liter during my stuffings. I remember when I was younger I was struggling to get through an entire one, and now I can blast through one and need more with no problem. That's fun but super annoying when needing to know how much to prep for a stuffing.

My belly always ends up bulging over my dinner plate too during these kinds of videos. My lap space is quickly going away so its just so convenient to drop my gut on the plate to hold it in place. Sometimes my belly bulges up against the greasy pizza while I'm eating, but I need it nearby when I'm ready for another bite!

I need to go out with someone and get one of those gigantic 24 inch pizzas, together because even if you can't eat a lot, just eating like half a slice would be enough for me to force all the rest of that cheesy greasy bread into my belly.

Wouldn't it be so fun to see the entire table practically filled with a pizza, and knowing that after you take your portion the rest would be stuffed uncomfortably within me until I have to undo my belt at the table? I'd be fucking beached and not to mention how many bubbly refills I'd need too making even more fucking bloated and belchy.

Hope that wouldn't embarrass you too much, but you know how bad I need my gut to have absolutely not a centimeter of give to it from how packed full it is.

[were--ralph]

good morning to fat men only

[iwritebigbellies-blog]

You know what I want to see more of? A stuffed, bloated boy trying to do things after overeating. The meal was huge, and maybe you want to just lie down, but you can't always, can you? Sometimes you have to clean up after dinner, or get to the car and drive home, or play that game of scrabble with the family. Trapped in pants that are squeezing the life out of you, trying to move around with a gut that's changing your whole centre of gravity, burping with every move.

I want to see those moments... tanked out, bursting out of your clothes, trying to get through your day... and struggling.

[lycanndyke]

I’m sorry my pussy started leaking because your belly rumbled do you still love me?

[hungerenthusiast]

Hypothetically if you had control over someone’s stomach and they worked from home would you rather

A) they skip breakfast but have a drink like chocolate milk

B) no more snacks for them

C) dinner gets skipped instead

Oh it’s hard to pick between A and C!

You wake up starving and excited to eat, but no breakfast for you today! But I’m not cruel, you can have some chocolate milk to keep up your blood sugar and feel something in your tummy. You will have to deal with your body pathetically trying to digest the milk, and feel it slosh around in your poor desperate belly. Plus your taste buds will be stimulated, causing your stomach to get excited and start begging for more. Hehe, maybe that was my plan all along~

But imagine skipping dinner…no food until the next day? Thats a long long time. You’ll lay next to me in bed, your belly hollow and grumbly. It vibrates against your insides and you put your hand on top to feel them under your palm. I’ll put my hand there too-don’t worry sweetie, I’ll rub it for you. Just lay your head back and I’ll massage it, pushing out all those stubborn stuck growls. Snuggle up close to me and we’ll listen to the insane sounds of your organs all night long~

[charli-chomps]

Being hungry in a corset is so awesome because there's constantly just enough pressure on my gut to make me Really feel every pang. Being full in a corset is Also Awesome because my stomach is getting a constant hug and I feel fuller than I would with less restricting clothing. Corset awesome

[boomchickabam]

There isn’t enough artwork of loud belly listening. The one character with an insanely loud belly and their friend who secretly loves listening to their their noisy belly😩

[fiendishthinking]

I’m gonna re-create a moment between my gf and I that has now uh, sorta become a standard for her when im hungry. If anyone wants to talk about it or ask questions about all this or what we do, my inbox is always open! Don’t be shy 😉

It’s late at night. She’s up, still working on a project at her crafts table, and I’m getting sleepy so I’ve retired to the bed next to it. I’m lounging, just scrolling my phone for a while, before I hear that tell-tale noise I’m so familiar with.

grrlll..

I think nothing of it—although acknowledging that it was definitely loud enough for someone else to hear—and shift to a more comfy position. My hoodie rides up at that. A sizable sliver of the tummy underneath pokes out.

And then it happens again, louder, and more clear from no longer being as muffled.

grmm..gwwwrrr..

I frown. The noises are totally distracting, and now that I’m focusing on it, my stomach all of a sudden feels totally empty. The wide open space of my organ is squeezing around nothing, over and over again, and no amount of covering that up will work.

I check the time. It’s only been two hours since we ate dinner, and it was a decently big dinner for us. There’s no way my stomach is this hungry again after such a short amount of time, but the pangs are starting to worsen. Pangs, actual panging in my stomach already?

The organ squeezes itself again and releases, a series of unmistakeable growls following after.

gnnnRRRlll..grwll..GRRnnn..

It’s so intense I wince a little. I must have made a noise, too, or maybe it was just too much to ignore anymore, because my girlfriend sighs.

“Baby, do you want some more food?” She asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

Embarrassed, I lie. “No. We had dinner already, I don’t need more.”

I put a hand on my middle. My stomach continues to grumble under my palm, and it does nothing to quiet it.

“Are you sure? Sounds like your tummy sure needs more.”

An intense gurgle makes me squirm in my spot again. It- sounded like it was responding to her, almost.

She giggles and puts down her art supplies. “Yeah? See, honey, listen to it. He says he wants more.”

“Are you personifying my stomach?”

“Well somebody’s gotta listen to your body, and if you won’t, I guess I have to.”

“What do you me-hey! What’s happening??” I laugh a little, because out of nowhere, she gets up and crawls over to me on the bed. She moves my hand and pushes my hoodie up the full way, revealing my pitiful, apparently empty, belly. The air on it is cool and makes me shiver.

That sends a ripple effect deep inside my stomach as the muscle contracts—it properly growls now, a second or two longer than the rest have been.

She smirks at me. My face feels hot.

“Poor thing…no one’s listening to you, are they?” Her finger traces over my navel and drags down to my belly button. Pleasure passes over me right underneath her fingers, and again, that same contraction sensation shakes up another grumble right underneath her hand this time.

Grrwwwmmmmm..

That was loud. She laughs, and I’m so embarrassingly turned on, and she knows it.

“Hmm, alright well we know just how hungry you are now,” She smirks, “But the question is what do you want to eat?”

All sense of fight leaving me, I reply quietly, “I dunno.”

My girlfriend decides to ignore that and lays her head directly on my protesting organs. Her ear is RIGHT on that tightest spot under my ribs, and I feel as though I might explode.

It sets off some warning gurgles that I feel more than hear, but I know she’s hearing everything in there.

“Do you want…grilled chicken?” She asks my stomach.

I feel a grumble.

“Okay, some chicken, got it. And what about mashed potatoes?”

A loud, short growl vibrates my whole tummy, and my girlfriend giggles again.

“Definitely mashed potatoes got it, a lot. Alright—andddd what about some mac ‘n cheese?”

My middle is strangely quiet for a moment.

“Maybe not? No Mac and—oh!”

A deep, groany churn sounds off in the pit of my stomach, so intense it makes me wince and whine a little. Both hands grabs at the ache in my tummy as it releases another, more pitiful growl right in her ear.

My face feels like it’s on fire. “..sorry, that was loud.”

She just giggles and presses a soft kiss above my belly button. “So definitely some mac n’ cheese.”

He gurgles approvingly.

With a smirk, she looks up at me from her spot on my grumbly gut, and there’s a desire in her eyes I’m also familiar with.

“Here’s what I’ll do. I’ll go make this guy some food—yes, I know, I know, easy, boy—“ she presses her palm into the curve of my stomach’s side to quell the grumbling cutting her off, “And you…will just have to wait. Patiently. Can you do that for me, honey?”

I nod. I cover my arms around my stomach so he doesn’t give me away again. I feel the vibrations under the fabric, but that one was quiet enough to taper off quickly.

She nods, still smirking. “Good boy. I’ll make that tummy anything he wants, don’t worry, and if you’re good? You can have anything you want, too.”

[dewdwrite]

Please be patient with me if you mention how hungry you are. I need to manually reboot my brain like a windows 95 PC in order to process that information.

[angelbumbum]

on this blog we support men whining. men squirming! men whimpering!!

[ihatemyself9999-deactivated2026]

my current favorite character canonically does not need to eat or experience hunger, but canon be damned, you WILL have a rumbly tummy because i'm a horny freak.

[plumpkinspicelatte]

Round bellies in tight sweaters 🥹

[doodlepede]

slut waist (fat hairy belly)

[kismetslut]

dream date: we go on a 2-week vacation and you come home 20 pounds heavier