Tilly Doodles

She/They [24] Self-Indulgent art [18+] 🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

[tillystummy]

🌸 Hi there! 🌸

She/They [24]

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I am an artist making a safe space to post my art and belly kink related things. Tilly is my main outlet— isn't she a cutie?

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

I mostly focus on:

belly worship/play, belly stuffing/bloating, force feeding (soft), and fpreg/tfpreg.

Asks are under the tag: Ask

All my art is under the tag: Tillytumdoodles

[tillystummy]

🪻 Too late for Mayternity, but one of my last drafts I forgot to post! 🪻

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Do you guys have any questions about my art or my characters? Anything (or anyone) you want to see more of? Shoot me an ask! Looking for some drawing inspo because life's been super stressful

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tillystummy's digital art commission form. On Artistree, human creators are fairly paid, organized, and environmentally conscious. Artistree

New commission options!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One of which is for if you don't care for a specific commission but want to support me. You can check them out here! If it's just to support me, you'll still be getting a little thank you doodle! because I can't help myself.

I'm also wanting to save up to get my partner something nice for their birthday so I'm thinking about doing some discount commissions... we shall see~

There are a bunch of new styles I've been working on so if there's a specific style you've seen me do and you don't see an option for it on Artistree just dm me and we can chat!

(I also do non-k*nk related art for these commissions if that is what you're interested in, just make specifications in the commission request and lmk!)

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More Mayternity!

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🌸 She just can't get enough! 🌸

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🥀 sneak peak for WBV pt 3? 👀 🥀

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The Wannabe Vampire (pt.2)

I still had thoughts so part two! (Expand for full drawing vvv)

Devon looked over Poppy with a pitying furrow to her brow, letting her worried hand rub a soft circle into Poppy’s protruding belly. 

A voice rang from the door causing both their heads to turn, “Von, we’ve been waiting for ages.” The voice is playful and lilting— Caliya. Poppy had seen her arrive from her bedroom window for the club meetings. She was always the first one. “Do you need me to carry you?” Devon asked turning back to Poppy, energy renewed. Despite the urgency in her tone, there was a worried sweetness that Poppy couldn’t bare. 

“No, no I’ll be fine.” Poppy pulled from Devon’s arms and leaned against the railing of the stairs. One step at a time, she made her way up. Not only did she look pregnant, but she felt it with the small waddle in her walk, the nausea. Devon’s face only contorted further, 

“One minute Caliya!” Devon called out and returned to Poppy’s side, hand under her tummy, the other under her arms. 

“I’m sorry tonight went this way.” Devon cooed, helping Poppy up a bit faster than she probably would have made it on her own.

They were halfway up the stairs when a voice hung from the bottom of the stairs, “Devon.” Caliya. 

Terror seized Poppy’s back and Devon turned around immediately. 

Devon’s words are beaten into a whisper with shock. “I didn’t invite you in.”

“Yes you did silly. Three days ago you said we were always welcome. You sounded… anxious. I thought I’d check on you.” Poppy turns around slowly to face the woman. Hungry maroon eyes, pink parted lips, and a skin tight dress that stole attention. “Who is this?” Caliya asked, her eyes devouring Poppy’s body, particularly fixated on her distended middle. “This… This is my wife, Poppy. I’ve told you about her.” Devon says quickly taking Poppy’s hand. “She’s not feeling well, I was taking her to our room.” Caliya’s lips pull themselves back together and into a heart shaped smile. 

“My.” Caliya whispered, a single word said with enough wistfulness to knock Poppy’s wind from her chest. “It’s not so often you see pregnant vampires. Or did the two of you already share a meal without us? Hm?” Poppy could feel the nerves rising to her cheeks. She turned her head into Devon’s shoulder weakly, hoping to play up the act of her sickness. “We…” Devon paused for far too long. There was another knock at the door. “We should let everyone in.” Devon said with a small breathy chuckle. Caliya hummed. “Let me help your wife upstairs then so you can greet them.” Devon started speaking at the same time as Poppy, but Devon stopped when she realized Poppy had a solution, “I can join you. Devon’s been wanting to introduce me.” She says quickly, turning to Devon for some kind of approval, but all she sees is the way Devon’s jaw clenches and her eyes dart to Caliya. “Wonderful.” Devon made for the front door glancing back warily as Poppy guided herself down the stairs. Caliya took Poppy’s arm without a breath of hesitation. A voice entered her mind, like nothing she’s ever experienced. “What a figure you have.” Caliya’s voice. Poppy could feel a similar heat to before rising to her face. She turned away from the woman as they walked, both hoping they couldn’t smell the food on her breath or see how hard her heart was working both in fear and to digest. She could feel her belly churning through the food. Bubbling and desperate. She brought a hand back to her stomach as if that could soothe it at all. Caliya helped her into one of the lounge chairs beside their fireplace. She leaned back, helpless to the desperate urge to rub a hand over her aching stomach. As the vampires filtered in, Devon welcomed them with hugs and handshakes and incredible charisma as usual. Poppy didn’t even have to look over to know that devilish little smile played across Devon’s cheeks, the same one that won her over all those years ago. No wonder these vampires picked Devon. But the whole time, she could feel Caliya’s eyes mapping out her body from beside her chair. The other vampires’ and Devon’s greetings slowly faded to background instruments to Caliya’s hungry gaze. Caliya looked over over the bump of Poppy’s shirt, as if she were a delicious treat. Poppy’s stomach chugged away under her tight blouse occasionally groaning in protest in such a way she nearly winced. 

Despite Poppy being the one encumbered, Caliya sounded winded when she spoke, “How long have you too been together?” The vampires eyes lingered on Poppy achingly so as she peeled herself from the arm of the chair Poppy was practically bound to. 

Devon swiftly replaced her as the other three vampires took seats in various locations about the living room. “Many years. Not nearly as long as Darren and Florence though.” Devon joked. 

Devon had a reassuring hand on Poppy’s shoulder as their conversation began. Occasionally there would be silence as they spoke to each other in their minds, only Devon responding aloud, something Poppy thought would be a tell, but before she had time to think about that, in that particular silence where she was pondering how these creatures hadn’t picked up on Devon’s lies, Poppy’s stomach groaned so loudly it caught the rooms attention through Devon’s story telling. Quick as she is, Devon simply reached over and began rubbing idle circles into her stomach as she regaled them about her time as a messenger. The feeling was bliss, Devon’s large fingers kneading into Poppy’s tight stomach shifting the pressure and slowly relieving some of the ache that had built up where her breasts now sat atop her stiff belly. A few small desperate burps escaped her as Devon did this, ones she couldn’t help. It wasn’t until she heard a stutter in Devon’s words that she realized she had reclined, letting the heft of her stomach tilt into her pelvis, that the rest of the audience had shifted forward in their seats. Devon’s soft rubbing turned to a protective hold as she shuffled forward on the armrest. The silence itself was sweating for a moment. The nerves and massive amount of food forced another hiccup from Poppy she couldn’t hold back. Her brows furrowed and she closed her eyes wincing as if just waiting for the attack. 

“We’ll be frank, Devon.” Caliya cracked the silence in half. Despite addressing Devon, her eyes were locked on Poppy. “We’ve known about your little farce for a while now. We may have played a part in manufacturing it.” Caliya said, that heart shaped smile returning. Devon’s hand tensed and Poppy sat up in her chair despite how much worse it made that nausea from before. “We were going to tell you in our meeting today regardless. Invite you in a more… genuine manner,” Caliya’s heart shaped grin produced two pearlescent daggers. “But you…” She let out a low greedy and voracious laugh. “You put something far more appetizing on the table.” 

[foxphantom]

2000's fashion + pregnant belly. You agree. Reblog.

[erilikestum]

!!! The crop tops! The open tummies! Mom jeans! Body glitter???

[foxphantom]

Bandana shirts and bandage dresses!!! Denim on denim?? And yes. Of course. BODY GLITTER.

[foxphantom]

Oh how can I forget masc 2000's culture?? Layered long sleeve shirts + graphic T's, frosted tips, vests, jerseys, baggy pants. And pregnant mascs can have a little body glitter too if they want. As a treat

[t4tbreeder]

LOW CUT JEANS W/ NAVEL PIERCING 🤤🤤🤤

[tillystummy]

Y2K < YtumK

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The Wannabe Vampire

I had a stuffing idea about a sapphic couple (shocker) and I wrote a little thing about it. Maybe I'll finish it up if you guys like it. (expand the text for tummy art)

Poppy and Devon have lived together for years and Poppy is well aware of Devon's little club she's become a part of. This club only meets at night, they dress strangely, make odd comments and cast sidelong gazes at each other as if speaking with their mouths closed. The only thing she was confused about was how Devon has become a part of this club, because she's certain Devon is NOT a vampire. Devon came forward a few weeks ago explaining that she's been a part of this group... on accident, but they believe she is a vampire. She's tricked them, unintentionally, and doesn't want to get on the town vampires' bad side. As the newest of the 'vampires' Devon's been tasked with hosting all of their gatherings. Poppy obliges her, making for her room whenever the doorbell rings. But this date night they were having was supposed to be just for them. Devon was an excellent chef. She'd prepared a whole feast for the two of them, three wine bottles opened and half drank during the cooking, the two women were holding one another in front of the meal when Devon's eyes shot open, a familiar expression now to Poppy— one that meant someone was taking Devon's attention away without even opening their mouth.  Devon whispered. "They're coming." 

Devon, realized just how much food had been made and was sent into a panic. "You have to eat all of this. Right now. They can't see it. They'll be here soon." Devon scrambled, ushering Poppy into a chair. Poppy, irritated and overwhelmed recommended the trashcan, or offered that Devon should have it as a punishment of sorts, but Devon retorted that they'd smell it in the trash, outside or even on their breath. "Please Poppy. Just eat the food I made us. I promise we will have time together later if either of us are still alive." The worry in Devon's tone was enough. Poppy obliged. It was an arduous task. The entire table was coated in decadent foods— breads, cheeses, wines and soups. At first she let herself indulge. Seeing Devon, the desperate crease on her brow as she handed Poppy bite after bite. The delicious taste, the way her partners hand touched in fluttering movements thoughtfully over her stomach any time she made so much as a hum in response to how much she was eating. Little sorries, whispered between glances to the doorway as if they could just walk in on their own without invitation. Eventually though Poppy was struggling. She could feel her once loose white blouse becoming tight around her stomach, her belly pushing against the fabric. Her skin felt stretched and her stomach was bloated. She had to lean back in the chair to even get a semblance of respite from the building pressure. "Devon," She was near breathless. "I can't." Poppy shook her head in a daze. Devon's face was a scrunched mess of fear. It was enough that Poppy pushed herself up, hands against the chair and looked over the table to reassess. She could. She could do it. This wasn't Devon's fault. But both of them would be dead if she didn't get rid of this evidence. She finished off the last bowl of soup and began picking at the bread. Each little piece was too much.

Devon began cleaning the table, bringing bowls to the kitchen to clean them as swiftly as possible. By the time the doorbell rung, Poppy's stomach poked up from under her shirt as if she were pregnant, she couldn't bare the idea of getting up from the table, afraid the movement alone would have her sick. "Come on sweet girl." Devon whispered, shimmying her arm up under Poppy's to help her out of the chair, a worried hand holding under her packed belly. "You poor thing." Devon whispered. Poppy could feel the shift in her weight as Devon hoisted her upright, the way the swell of her abdomen shifted and gurgled and she had to bring a hand over her mouth with fear she might pop or be sick. Devon glanced back up the staircase beside them and then to the door. Sweat was prickling at her brow. "Can you make it up the stairs?" Devon asked. Poppy glanced at the imposing rails and shook her head quickly, already nauseous at the idea. A small burp wriggled its way out of her followed by a now drunken hiccup. She could feel the food settling in her belly alongside the wine. She brought a weary hand over Devons under her stomach. 

[tillystummy]

Life's been kind of hectic, but here's some more sketches by hand for Mayternity!

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🌿 Uploading some sketchbook art for Mayternity! 🌿

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🌸Poor Tilly~🌸

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🪨 What's the most likely scenario that would leave your character's belly the most impossibly, unbearably, verge-of-bursting swollen it can be? Is this a common occurrence?

Choose any character!

To this one specifically, the most likely scenario that happens pretty often would be Mara in her larger form teasing Tilly until she's eaten way too much in her smaller form.

Mara probably:

"It's just a few grapes sweetness, you love grapes, you had a whole bowl yesterday." "But I spent so long making this cake— oh you're too tired to change back? That's not what I was implying my love." "Awe, your tummy hurts? But it feels good too doesn't it, hm? If it hurts too much you can always join me for a little bit. That's right— one more bite. Good job."

Inevitably Mara would join her and enjoy just how much larger Tilly's belly looks when she's the same size as her.

Like this old post here. But Tilly would just keep going. Impulse control is a difficult thing for fairies.

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🪨 What's the most likely scenario that would leave your character's belly the most impossibly, unbearably, verge-of-bursting swollen it can be? Is this a common occurrence?

😈 If you could put your character through a scenario specifically to wreak havoc on their belly--not necessarily a situation they'd get into themself, but a situation that you, as some sort of self-indulgent torturous entity, are inflicting upon them--what would you do to them?

This feels like it's an answer to both a little bit???

Context: So for a while I had this idea that Tilly and Mara were a combination of the traditional fairies and modern ones. Traditional fairies were more like elves, fully human sized and just very magical. So I had this idea for a while that potentially the 'giant' in some of my original drawings was actually Mara because the two of them can go back and forth between their normal human size and being tiny how we imagine fairies nowadays.

THAT BEING SAID: Giving Tilly a light snack and then putting her in a situation where she has to immediately go back to her fairy size so the food doesn't have time to digest or sop up any of that shape changing magic. Just a massive belly full of, what is now so much food, suddenly. And now it'll take much longer to digest than it would in her larger form. But she likes the feeling so much she doesn't go back until her belly settles, just rubbing at it achingly and enjoying the affection Mara gives her churning tummy.

It's technically not the most likely scenario because Tilly likely doesn't change size fast enough for this to happen (probably has to be very fast)

And another self indulgent tid-bit being that when she's in her larger form she's always insatiably hungry or a little woozy until she eats... because you need a lot of carbs for a much bigger body and she's gotta take care of herself!

[doctorjackdaw]

i rlly liked @tillystummy 's "fairy in a jar has to eat to be allowed out" so hear me out.... what if also one bratty angel and an apple vs jar that barely fit him in the first place

[serialfiller1]

Some draws from last night after the initial blueberry doodle, while chatting with my gf about how that blueberry would stay there for days like when a snake eats a big meal.. and he’s a cold blooded fairy and needs extra warmth to digest properly 😂