18+ stuffing/belly kink blog, minors don't interact. 25, she/her but I don't mind other pronouns. I also like weight gain and some inflation, but emphasis is really on stuffing. I do interact with RPF so feel free to lose any respect for me and/or block me.
Can you write some kind of lab experiment sort of scenario? Maybe volunteering for a study and the scientists want to test something to increase stomach capacity with a side effect of increased appetite or something idk. I just love the idea of being stuffed beyond belief until my belly’s struggling so loudly and aching so badly yet somehow still being hungry and getting poked and prodded and observed “in the name of science”
I'm coming at this one a little late, but hey, inspiration finally struck!
Word count: 1,249
Theme(s): stuffing, overeating, mindless eating, medical experimentation, stomach noises
The study seemed innocuous enough: drink a special cocktail of drugs and spend a week being observed for a tidy $1,500. The study is far enough along that the drugs are guaranteed to be safe, and your room and board for the experiment are covered to boot. As a poor college student, you can't expect to find a sweeter deal than that, right?
So what if the drugs are being developed to help expand the capacity of the human stomach? It's not like you hate eating or anything.
You don't notice anything the first hour or so after imbibing, which gives you enough time to settle into the surprisingly cushy room the medical center has provided. There's even a digital kiosk where you can order practically anything you might want to eat or drink. By the time you've gotten to mess with it a bit and explore your options, though, you can feel your belly already starting to cramp with hunger, gurgling its displeasure at being left unfilled.
Not a problem. Lunch is free, after all! You request a plate of pasta and some kind of cream sauce that arrives surprisingly fast, and food in hand, you settle down on the sofa to watch some TV. The pasta is amazing, and it doesn't take long to devour the entire plate.
Except your stomach clearly doesn't believe you ate enough, if the deep, hollow rumble it soon lets out is any indication.
You blush, rubbing soothing circles against your distressed middle as you return to the kiosk. You're a little embarrassed at needing to order something else so quickly, but at least nobody you know will realize that you're being a bit of a pig. Your fingers tap out a request for some fries, chicken strips, and a chocolate milkshake, which appear in the nearby dumbwaiter within minutes. It's a lot, but if it's here, maybe you can just pick at it as the evening goes on.
But as you pop morsel after morsel into your mouth, the food disappears down your gullet almost as quickly as it had arrived. It tastes far better than the ramen and rice you've been subsisting on lately, and it's hard to make yourself slow down when your stomach feels so ravenous. You press a hand against your gut, concerned by the way your stomach continues to gurgle and growl. It's complaining so much that you can feel its displeasure vibrate through your skin.
You lick your lips, giving the kiosk a mortified glance. You've already eaten so much—your stomach can't need much more at this rate, right? Maybe you ought to just order some snacks to have lying around; that way, you won't have to keep bothering the kitchen. Yeah, that should work.
The digital screen lights up beneath your fingers as you begin tapping item after item that strikes your fancy, doing your best not to think about the sheer volume of food piling up in your request queue. Despite already being bloated enough to leave it straining against the front of your t-shirt, your stomach feels like a howling void determined to scream for more more more.
Maybe you should be worried. It's just… it's hard to think about such things when the dumbwaiter opens up to expel the first of many loads of fresh, succulent new dishes for you to try.
You can't even be bothered to go sit down anymore, content to stand at the counter and mindlessly shovel food into your mouth. Grease and crumbs cling to your fingers as you take bite after bite, at least until you pause long enough to lick them clean and reach for the next plate. It's so good that you can't help but moan from the sheer pleasure of your gluttony, whatever shame that still lingered evaporating in the face of your greed.
The counter is littered with empty dishes by the time a shred of reason finally returns to your mind. You're leaning heavily against the surface, panting softly, your belly a tight, churning ball where it hangs heavily from your waist. You can't remember ever feeling this full before, this tight and hot from overstuffing yourself.
Rubbing a hand over the obscenely stretched dome, you struggle to muffle a few hiccups and resonating burps, as if your stomach is desperately seeking some sense of relief.
But clearing the air out of your gut only seems to reinvigorate your sense of hunger.
You're already staggering over to order even more food when you hear a chime and the click of a door opening. The unexpected sight of a pair of nurses invading your space is almost enough to still your hand, but the irresistible urge to continue packing food into your body keeps you moving.
"Don't mind us, dear," one of the nurses says, sliding a blood pressure cuff around your arm. "You go ahead and keep doing what you're doing."
"Just open up for a moment for me," the other says, brandishing a thermometer. It's no trouble at all to let her slide it under your tongue while you tap at the kiosk, the light of the screen reflecting off your face.
They're still there when the latest batch of food comes, remaining politely out of your way while you doggedly resume eating. Your stomach aches, angrily grumbling and struggling in vain to digest everything you've shoved down your throat, but the sensation of eating has become intoxicating. You pant around every bite, cramming more and more into a space that's already bloated and overwhelmed.
"It's just… so much," you moan between mouthfuls, rubbing one hand over your straining belly while the other reaches for more to eat.
"You're doing just fine," the first nurse says, gently patting the side of your abdomen before she starts scribbling some notes on a pad. "You'd be amazed at how far the human stomach can stretch. Now, you just listen to what your body wants and let us work, alright?"
You nod gormlessly, trying to ignore the heavy mass of food burbling and seething in your agitated gut.
The faint whispers of pain and queasiness that ripple through your swollen stomach are easy enough to brush aside when the dumbwaiter's door slides open to reveal a decadent cake covered in fresh buttercream and glazed fruit. Your mouth waters, your hands already reaching forward to pull the tray closer. You feel the nurses poking and prodding, a tape measure being pressed against your skin, but you're just so hungry.
My favorite kind of fullness is when a person has eaten considerably past satiety, to the point of physically feeling their stomach having stretched out to accommodate all they’ve eaten, visibly tight and sticking out further than it does when it’s empty. Their breathing is shallower than usual, they’re unable to speak full sentences without interrupting themselves by burping and they sure don’t feel like moving, but instead of pain and nausea, they’re just blissed out and food drunk, the feast they’ve consumed slowly lulling them to sleep.
Just a person who’s stuffed to the gills, feeling huge and heavy but without regretting a single bite. Someone who will thoroughly enjoy having every inch of their sensitive, overstuffed belly rubbed and kissed by their loving partner while they pleasantly fall into a food coma. Someone who could definitely go for one (or more) extra pieces of dessert as soon as they digest enough to have some room for it.
Nothing in feedism looks like any other eating disorder, the only reason to classify it as such is based on a disgust response and the idea that there must be something wrong with someone if they actively want to be fat
it's awesome to want to be fatter and get off on it btw. it's awesome to be a pervert about it.
people are perverted as hell about muscular and skinny bodies in public and it's barely considered taboo. straight-sized people pursue their body type explicitly to be seen as sexy, get laid, to feel good in their skin. even by means that are considered risky to your health -- weight loss meds like oz*mpic, diets and fasting, steroids, to name just a few -- if it's in the pursuit of normalized "skinniness" it's within bounds regardless of stated intent. all these methods and reasons are casually accepted without question in our society because they fall into a certain mold.
but as soon as you decide for yourself what's sexy and it falls outside a norm, as soon as you choose to proudly gain weight because you enjoy it, the double standard becomes apparent. suddenly, it's taboo.
reactionaries will justify their disgust reaction by any means, pretending to care about your health all of the sudden as if you don't have the agency to make calculated risks like every other person on this planet. it's dehumanizing and polices the bodies of others.
the decision to include feedism within the definition of "disordered eating" is not only ignorant, it's spineless, hypocritical, unfair, and it's rooted in vile prejudices that don't align with the projected message of this site. if staff have any integrity they'll change it back, though I don't believe they will.
forgive me if this is a bit meandering and i've reblogged quite a few posts about this already, but i had to put in my thoughts. gaining and feedism will never be contained by one website or space. as someone who grew up in neglect and isolation being queer in a right-wing household, it may have saved my life to know there were others out there like me and many at that.
oh and let me make sure i say as well -- health is not a determination of someone's worth or morality
to put it another way: at what size does enjoyment of food become "excess"? at what BMI are you expected to apologize for eating, admonish your friends for posting their cooking, in order to remain guideline compliant?
Horrible news I just found out about that you should probably know, feedism/"encouraging overeating" is now reportable under eating disorders 🙃 really cool Tumblr, truly having a snack and being horny about it is equally as bad as proana. Sigh.
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SO THAT'S WHY SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SAYING THEIR BLOGS ARE SUDDENLY MARKED AS MATURE
Uggghhhh that truly sucks as an explanation behind it, what the hell
There are few things hotter than being able to visually tell when someone has stuffed themselves to their capacity. I’m especially fond of when a person consumes a large quantity of food and drink in a relatively short amount of time and you can see it all accumulating on the upper side of a belly in real time. I go crazy for stomachs that have expanded so much that they’re visibly pushing against skin, protruding further than the rest of the abdomen.
okay there are a lot of things I love about someone who starts off really genuinely hungry before they start to stuff themselves (intentionally or not) but I want to pull out one thing in particular and that’s the changing perspective on going from one extreme to the other
like with starting out extremely hungry, they could either be self-aware about it and pace themself, or they could be so wrapped up in finally getting food they’re devouring it as fast as they can. then the edge of hunger starts to juuust ease off… and it becomes more about pleasure eating. enjoying the meal, maybe even enjoying the relief of no longer being hungry. they could even start picking their bites a little more, chasing favorite flavors and either balancing one mouthful with a different taste or maybe they go through and eat all of one dish on their plate before moving on to the next. then they start to get full. and maybe it’s not quite as easy to keep eating but it either tastes so good or feels so good to push through the fullness just to… have some more. especially if they switch to something new at the end of the meal - doesn’t even have to be dessert specifically! as long as the pleasure keeps outweighing any idle thoughts about being finished.
idk I just really really enjoy the journey between needing and wanting when it comes to someone eating for hunger and then not necessarily choosing not to stop once the hunger is gone 💖
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