You're so empty!

You must be hungry! Good. He/him, 29. 18+ only please.

[tummytangents]

Empty tummy..empty mind..horny brain

Hello my loves! I wanted to record an extra special request for you lovelies, and starved myself for 24 hours! It was hard but it was worth it. I drove myself to get a burger, and instead of eating it, i stripped off my shirt and recorded my noises for everyone to hear.

Just teasing my empty belly with food! Fuck it smelled so good, im starved..

Would you rub my belly?~

(Thank you for the request!!)

[likebreadandwine]

very distracted thinking about liquid bloating rn. when someone starts out thirsty, taking eager, desperate gulps (the gulps) and each swallow lands heavy in their belly. when they start to get full and swollen, rounding out nicely, but they've still got room left so they keep going, more slowly now. when they suddenly realize oof, that was a lot, and they can't breathe as deep, so they have to inhale and exhale carefully. when there's only a little left and they're determined to finish but ooooh, they can feel their stomach stretch, and mmmphf that's a lot of pressure, and oh god it aches. but when they run their hands over their belly, it feels so good, and they marvel at how big they've gotten, and maybe they're at their limit for now, but just give it some time...

[youresoempty]

Give it some time for all that water to bloat your bladder until it’s the size of a melon and aches so good~

[princehungergrowls2]

Reblog if you've ever went to bed on an empty stomach

[youresoempty]

Especially if you’ve done it on purpose!

[giraffeshavefourstomachs]

hungry growls churning through my tummy...🤭

i can feel every little grumble and groan my belly makes... it feels so good...🫠

maybe if you rub my tummy, you'll feel them too...

[youresoempty]

Ok so this is insaaaaaaaane, absolutely goated

[hungrythrowaway7]

Fast with updates this weekend?

I was super hungry before lunch just now and I wanted to do something fun. If this post gets 30 notes, I'll do a fast from Friday night until Sunday night and document how I'm feeling, any noises my tummy makes, etc. No pictures or anything like that, but who knows maybe I might feel comfortable doing that in the future. Y'all have given me so much more confidence lately <3

So to sum up:

30 notes

Friday night-Sunday night fast (48 hours)

Voice recordings and tummy recordings periodically throughout

ETA: Bonus incentive 50 notes for Hannah to do a 24 hour fast with me Saturday until Sunday. She just saw my post and offered haha <3

Who knows if we don't reach it I may still do it cause it's been a while. As always, open to questions or suggestions <3

[youresoempty]

If you’re dressed in an outfit that shows *any* amount of tummy, you have to let me touch it. Them’s the rules.

[contentstarved]

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the idea for this recording came from @youresoempty where i decide to infodump about whatever i want while hoping to record stomach growls at the same time!

...the original recording was a bit of a disappointment, but i still had some noise that i got that was a shame to throw away, and then i ran out of stomach noise recording and recycled some growls from the last two, so... if you want to go FAKE you absolutely can but know that i was purposely going for something that would personally turn ME on, and sometimes...

sometimes a bitch has to admit that he is super turned on by those videos where they start to just recycle audio clips. i hope it's not too noticeable, though. enjoy!

[sheetcakesweet]

anyone like omo + hunger kink?

i've been so hungry for hoursss but someone's sleeping on my couch so i simply couldn't wake them~ my guts are so empty and growly so i keep drinking water, only probably 1L ish but my capacity is small

i feel so full and empty at the same time... my guts are literally writhing inside me and i can feel it in my cunt and tdick

i'm so wet my boxers are completely soaked, and completely untouched... my nail polish is still drying, i couldn't possibly risk messing them up by stroking my cock to completion, not to mention how i'd soak the bed in squirt AND piss when i came

i wonder if i can do both at once... i'm gonna finish my water bottle and torture myself with some scrolling, then go let it out and see what happens ^_^

[contentstarved]

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two audios where im experimenting with talking while recording my stomach growling, too. it's a little awkward, but i think they both came out decently well?

[youresoempty]

good girls masturbate instead of eating dinner. be good for me, gorgeous

[aching-tummies]

Tuna Havoc

Had a bit of a rush-day today. For those unaware, I am currently juggling full-time-student status while maintaining part-time work for 2 different jobs. It's hectic, but it means that I don't have to decide between sleep or meal-prep when I look at the midnight-3AM block of time. I've had fewer opportunities to do meal-prep due to the city's unreliable transit system forcing me to be up to catch a bus at 4AM to ensure that I get to campus in time for classes…so…the jobs ensure that I can buy lunch on a whim without having to worry about whether or not it'll put me in the red for the month and allows me some semblance of sleep 'cuz I could afford to eat without meal-prepping. My current living situation means that I don't get much fridge-space to work with (not enough for a grocery trip, so meal-prep for me is literally 2 portions of food and that's all the space granted to me in a shared fridge).

Anyway…this week is a hectic one 'cuz I have the 4AM bus schedule + a full class schedule + coworkers stirring up drama (and a boss looking for any reason to fire me because they don't like employing students). On top of all of that, a close friend of mine is moving to a new apartment. We've been hashing out details and their apartment is about halfway between my home and campus. Offering myself up as an extra set of hands to move stuff has resulted in them offering their couch for me to stay at a couple of times a week in order to avoid too many 4AM wakeups (yes, I am extremely blessed. This friend has always been the best part of my life, bar none). So…this week has been crazy hectic 'cuz it's the start of a new semester. New classrooms. New schedule. New instructors and new expectations to figure out. On top of all of that, I packed up a duffle to ferry across town and set up on said friend's couch. Leaving toiletries, PJs, and a spare set of clothes at their place to make things easier for everyone. Organizing all of that has thrown my life into chaos. I was supposed to have a couple of hours between classes today, and I had managed to pack myself a lunch from home (literally just a random assortment of leftovers scraped into a container--spaghetti next to a spoonful of fried rice, and a random piece of toast with some sort of condiment spread on it).

I ate a muffin for breakfast--eaten in a rush as I ran to catch a bus 'cuz I chose to snooze my alarm a few too many times -_- I had planned to heat up the packed food between classes, but the instructors for my first class dropped a major assignment on us due ASAP, so I used the time to deal with that. By the time I hit submit, I had enough time to gather my stuff into my arms and run across campus to the next class.

Joke's on me…turns out this next class is a 3 hour affair. And the instructor is a hard-ass that's a stickler for the rules and for "professionalism" and whatever…so…no snacks, no drinks, not even gum or candy or whatever in their presence. So…it's 3PM…and I had a palm-sized muffin for breakfast at 6AM. 9 hours running on empty.

My stomach was clenching and twitching throughout the first half of the class. We all know that tightness of a growl threatening to let loose? I swear, my stomach was trying to edge me or something 'cuz it kept this up for a good 40 minutes--clench…is it gonna happen? Is it gonna happen? Is there gonna be an audible rumble embarrassing you in this class with a super up-tight instructor that is 100% the type to call out/call attention to students to embarrass them?! (Instructor called out a student last week who received a text with the phone on silent. Phone was on the desk, but not in-use, lit up and vibrated with a notification. This instructor literally made the student stand up and read their text to the entire class…we found out his girlfriend's embarrassing nickname for him.)

I definitely did not concentrate at all during that first half of class. I was so, so, so hungry. My stomach was rumbling, but it was (thankfully) inaudible. I felt like there was a wolf in my belly or something, keeping up a low growl or purr or whatever and just constantly sounding off. 90 minutes into the class, the instructor finally called for a 15 minute break.

I booked it out of the room and ran to the closest canteen. Most of the shops had a huge line in front of them (it was "after school snack" time, after all). I found a place with no line and ordered the first thing on the menu…which ended up being this tuna salad panini thing. I think I learned the hard way why this specific kiosk didn't have a line when the other food places all easily had 30 people queued up. Their food is…questionable.

I was hungry and desperate to prevent my tummy from embarrassing me in class, so I wolfed down the tuna sandwich and booked it back to class. 15 minutes between starved and questionable tuna salad sandwich crammed into my gut.

For the duration of the rest of the class, my stomach continued to rumble violently--like it was trembling or something. The tuna salad 100% was off or whatever and my gut was just stewing, getting sicker and sicker. Thankfully, despite the constant, sickly vibrations going on within me, it was mercifully silent and nobody noticed (I hope).

I'm at my friend's place at the moment. They're out having dinner with their family and let me hold onto their spare key to let myself into their place if I ever needed to crash if classes let out late or something. So…here I am at my friend's place with my stomach still violently shuddering and grumbling at me. It's audible now that there's nobody around to hear it. I'm here, Googling ways to clear food poisoning quickly because I don't want my friend to see me violently ill when they come back tonight. Ugh...I wish there was a 'reset to factory settings' button on my gut 'cuz I sorely need one right now (pun absolutely intended).

Well then…what would you do? Send me your best responses. I'm 100% in a sadistic mood today…so…what'd you do if you had this trembling, sickly, extremely upset gut within palm's reach? What if I begged you to get this upset out of me within the next 2 hours?

[youresoempty]

Babygirl with Nicole Kidman except it’s me telling her when to eat, what to eat, when not to eat. I haven’t even seen the movie yet but I pray there is a scene where she needs permission to eattttt

[hungry-pocket]

[CW: this is a hunger kink story, contains painful hunger that is eventually sated, missing meals for kink purposes, and semi-explicit sex]

Alé knew once she admitted it, Jaimie was going to torture her. She shifted in her seat, trying not to turn herself on just thinking about it.

Her girlfriend was in the bus seat next to her, placidly reading. She’d come to pick her up from the airport, and Alé’s luggage was safely sandwiched between them.

It had been a long week, a long work trip, but she was glad to be back home. She’d missed Jaimie a lot despite their facetimes.

Alé also happened to be in that section of her cycle that made her insatiable, and Jaimie knew it. It was why she was reading quietly instead of paying attention to her girlfriend she hadn’t seen in a week, specifically to drive Alé crazy.

As such, Alé had engineered a situation she knew Jaimie wouldn’t be able to resist. She’d had a small breakfast around 9, then nothing during her three hours at the airport and her four hour flight. It was nearing 6pm by this point, and Alé was starving.

Her stomach had been aching on and off for the last couple hours, but she could feel it twisting now and knew it would make itself known soon.

She kept her hands tucked under her legs, resisting the urge to rub her empty belly. It was strategically exposed too, her black crop top revealing the slight pudge of it when she sat.

It only took a couple more minutes before a hunger pang began building under her ribs, sounding off after a second with a sharp gurgle.

Alé watched Jaimie freeze, her eyes no longer moving across the page. Alé’s stomach followed up with a louder growl, making its displeasure known.

Jaimie turned to her, predatory smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “Hungry?” She asked.

Alé shrugged. “I didn’t have lunch.”

Jaimie’s smile grew. “Mm. I see. Clever girl.”

Alé blinked innocently at her. “Who me?”

Jaimie wasn’t going to say more on public transit, but the way she watched Alé’s stomach protest its neglect for the last half hour of the bus ride… well, the look in her eyes almost matched the hunger Alé felt.

When they got off, Jaimie pushed Alé’s suitcases towards her.

“You’re not gonna help?” Alé asked. It was only a five minute walk to their apartment, but lugging both her bags was going to make it feel longer.

Jaimie shook her head. “I’m going to start on dinner when we get in,” she said. “I think you should work up an appetite.”

Alé grinned. She could feel the arousal hitting her already, and she tried to ignore it. “If you say so,” she said.

Her body did not enjoy the trip, and her hollow stomach spoke up no less than three times to remind her she was running on empty.

By the time they got to the house, her arms were shaky.

Jaimie helped her inside, then sat her down on the couch and kissed her.

Alé leaned in, licking into her mouth. Her stomach rumbled between them, and she moaned.

Jaimie pulled back, and Alé tried to chase her with a whimper.

“Not so fast,” she said. “Don’t you want me to start on dinner?”

Jaimie reached out and massaged the slight dip between Alé’s ribs. Her shriveled stomach whined obligingly, and Jaimie raised an eyebrow. “Someone certainly does.”

Alé squeezed her thighs together, squirming. “Probably smart,” she said.

Jaimie emerged from the kitchen twenty minutes later. “I’ve put the pasta in the oven, it’s that baked kind you like,” she said.

Alé was torn between desperation and joy. “That takes twenty minutes in the oven,” she pointed out. It had been nearly an hour since her stomach had started growling, and nearly ten since she’d eaten.

“And you’ll be able to smell it the whole time,” Jaimie agreed, pulling Alé to her feet. “I think it can be trusted not to burn the house down though. How about we take this to the bedroom?”

Alé nearly ran to the bed, the hunger and arousal making her mind foggy and leaving room for nothing else.

Jaimie took her clothes off slowly enough that the smell of the pasta had begun permeating the room by the time she was in her underwear.

Alé whimpered as her stomach contracted, desperately searching for the food she could smell but not yet have.

Jaimie got her out of her jeans, then pushed her onto the bed and started massaging her stomach forcefully.

It gurgled and whined, worked up even more by her girlfriend’s ministrations.

“Ow,” Alé sighed, pleasure-pain hitting her in waves as her aching belly seemed to try to eat itself.

“Does it hurt?” Jaimie asked, voice rough.

“I’ve barely eaten all day, of course it hurts,” Alé complained. “It’s gnawing at me, right here.”

She lifted Jaimie’s hand and pressed it to the place the pangs were sharpest. Jaimie pushed, rubbing in small, hard circles, and Alé’s tummy roared.

She tilted her head back, gasping. “Touch me,” she whined, trying to grind against Jaimie’s thigh. She was practically dripping already, just from how her empty stomach was writhing inside her. “Please.”

Jaimie did, abandoning her stomach to lower her head between Alé’s legs.

The first swipe of Jaimie’s tongue had her seeing stars, and Alé massaged her belly while Jaimie took care of her other needs.

“Yes,” she gasped as her stomach clenched in time with Jaimie’s movements. “Please, please.”

Her stomach assisted, letting out a monstrous growl. She threw her head back, finishing with a moan.

“My turn,” Jaimie said, climbing on top of her. “Not sure you have the energy for this, so your stomach will help me out.”

She straddled Alé’s belly and began to grind against it, gasping as the grumbles vibrated through her.

Alé held her waist and kept her steady until she was done, then Jaimie flopped onto the bed next to her.

Alé felt exhausted and empty, but fantastic.

Jaimie helped her back into clothes, then scooped her up. Alé yelped, and she grinned. “I see how your legs are trembling, I’m not having you falling over because you tried to walk by yourself.

Alé smiled, feeling a wave of affection. Jaimie took good care of her, when she wasn’t torturing her poor belly. “I missed you,” she said, and Jaimie kissed the top of her head.

The smell of the cooking pasta got stronger as they headed back into the kitchen, and Alé felt it go straight to her aching stomach, which felt like it was expanding to hold the food it knew was coming, stretching its painful emptiness across her whole abdomen. It let out a long, low growl as Jaimie deposited her in a chair.

“Just a few more minutes,” she said soothingly, giving Alé’s tummy a final rub as she went to grab plates.

Alé held her starving stomach, cupping it as it contracted and grumbled in her hands, until Jaimie finally placed a plate of steaming food in front of her.

“Eat up love,” Jaimie said, sitting across from her.

Alé lifted her fork to her mouth, hands shaking. She moaned as it touched her tongue, and chewed as fast as possible, her stomach screaming at her.

She inhaled the food in five minutes flat, went back for seconds, did it again, then sat back and rubbed her full belly, now gurgling contentedly. It was good to be home.

[youresoempty]

hii i live alone and i struggle w not binge eating ... do u have any suggestions sir? i can dm you as well if you'd like (im just a bit shy)

Happy new year, anon! I’d be delighted to dm.

Here’s my suggestion for resisting binges: don’t have food in the house. Become an ingredient household so that if you want to eat, you have to cook. The effort and time involved ought to help you control your portions.

Oh, and delete DoorDash/uber eats. Don’t let that temptation to exist on your phone. I wouldn’t want you to see alerts from those apps while you’re scrolling~

[un-father]

Blogging under the influence(horny)

[youresoempty]

I’m usually not able to fast without people noticing, but I’m flying to Israel this January, and with everyone being around I think I’ll be able to get away with at least a few days…maybe even the whole 10 that I’m there. Would you give me some advice for keeping myself empty without people noticing? Also, if you’d be willing to DM me with encouragement and/or goals, lmk in the response and I’ll reach out ❤️❤️ Love your account!! Happy holidays! 🕎🎄🕯️

Hi! I have a few ideas that might help.

Wake up early! This one is hard, I know, but if you’re up before the others, you can say you ‘already ate’ when all you really had was coffee and a deep breath

Plan activities during lunchtime. I’m sure you’ll be so hungry that you won’t feel like moving, but it’s good for you - plus, no one will suspect you’re missing meals. Go for a walk, go meet a friend, maybe go to the gym or shopping or read a book in a cafe. If someone asks if you’re hungry for lunch, tell them yes - but you’re going to eat with your friends or you want to try this new sandwich place and you’re saving your appetite. When you get home and they ask if you’re hungry, say no - you already ate while you were out.

Dinner is hard to skip. Make plans to leave the house, but I know that’s difficult if you were already out during the day. You might get tired, after all, especially with no fuel in your belly. But it’s the best way - you’re going dancing in the evening, and you and your friends will pick up food, so you don’t want any dinner at home even if it looks *so* good. Maybe you just ‘don’t have time’: you’ll grab something on your way there.

Naps are your friend! Use them strategically. Nap before meals are served; that way, you can ‘make yourself a plate’ when you wake up (your plate is mostly air).

Swear off food after dark. Make a promise to yourself that you don’t eat at night. During the day, hopefully you’ll be too busy.

The flight! You’re airsick, or jet lagged and food doesn’t appeal. This will last for a day, maybe two if you push it.

I’d love to dm!

[youresoempty]

I ate so much food during Christmas yesterday, I think my belly needs to learn a lesson 🤭

How long should I fast for?

Extremely tempted to have you wait until next year for a proper meal. Maybe it’s breakfast only until New Year’s Day, even if it is so far away.