hungryswallows

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i luuuuv when bellies growl in a certain way where you knowwww that it’s coming from somewhere large…. those noisy rumbles that you know are from a big belly with lots of space in it

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What my tummy sounded like thismorning....

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touching my pussy and thinking about how its purpose is to have babies

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having casual sex where the vibe becomes less casual and more me locking my legs around you and insisting you cum inside with tears in my eyes because I just need it so bad

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Woke up craving to be fed, praised, and fully stretched. My belly is growling and my body is begging to be fed.who’s going to spoil this hungry piggy first thing?

I want to be stuffed slow and sweet, right back into bed with some nice indulgence till I can’t take it anymore.

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Two characters, greedy and hungry…pleasure in both cases…❤️❤️

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Inspired by you@belly-lover00😘

and your dear fans😘

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forgot to post this before i went to bed whoops. since tumblr wont allow multiple videos per post heres the three of them edited into one as a thank you for the tips ❤️ belly growling —> stuffed to the brim and too fat to get up and turn off the camera —> belly sloshing

enjoy!

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My belly is ROARING for food! Listen to it roll in hunger 🤤 what would you feed me?

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who up listening to their tummy growl

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My tummy before a bowl of ramen, roaring for it 🤤

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my tummy is pretty empty rn...my stomach won't stop rumbling...🤭

would you keep me hungry, keep my belly empty until the growls tumble over one another, until my stomach churns so viciously from the hunger cramps that my whole tummy hurts?

or would you fill my belly up just enough, not so much that it hurts but enough that the hungry growls turn into pleased little grumbles, so that my tummy purrs gently like a sleepy kitten?

either way, you'll rub my tummy for me, right? pretty please? 🥺

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i think more boys should have grumbly tummies n be embarrassed about it

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no breakfast in this belly :(( feeder definitely wanted

ca$happ @bxbybria !!

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rub my tummy? pretty please? 🥺 it's so empty...

my belly's just so empty right now, maybe if you rub my tummy, it'll settle down...

it's so loud...🫣

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belly rumbling for dinner

(I need a new mic - it was barely touching my stomach for these, they were…quite audible. I even ate lunch today…)

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may we have hungry merfolk 🙏 maybe with a cecaelia teasing their empty bellies?

Thank you for this request! I hope you like it :)

Little Favours (Part 1)

(hunger over the course of a day, stomach noises, verbal and physical teasing)

Today has been unkind to the poor merfolk.

A webbed hand with blue scales coloring the skin placed itself on their sunken stomach, as the merfolk feels the surface cave far in enough for them to wince. Their exoskeletal ribs and their slender, lean look did not help in making them look any less famished; but those traits dwarf in comparison to what soon occurred.

’Gwwwuooooorrrrbblllblblbl….’

“Mmrrhh…” A quiet whine escaped between closed lips as the merfolk felt their organ writhe beneath their palm, tiny poundings from the hungry stomach begging them to fill it up with some food.

But, no matter how far and thorough the merfolk searched for schools of fish, they couldn’t find anything. Breakfast had no luck, and lunch was sorely missed. Now with it being dinner time, it was fair that their belly had became contempt with being empty for too long, and now scolding the merfolk for being so incompetent.

Another noise wrung itself out with a hollow pang from their stomach, a drawn out squelch that felt like the belly trying to unknot itself. All the merfolk could do was press a fist into their stomach slowly, trying to coax out the hunger that bores at their midriff, making their insides feel like a void.

‘Dear Poseidon, I would love to eat anything by now…’ The merfolk daydreamed, while their stomach agreed with another voiced out grumble.

As they were swimming around the ocean to find prey however, the merfolk soon found themselves being preyed upon. A slow, gravelly voice came from behind, making the hungry scavenger halt.

“Not quite a good day for you, has it?” said the voice, talking in a mocking manner before giggling at the merfolk’s misfortune.

With an annoyed look, the merfolk turned behind to shoo this pester off lest they become a second more hungrier, but was frozen in place at what they saw. A cecaelia, its upper body harboring the purple skin of a human body while its lower body is a grotesque set of tentacles that sprawl like a princess’s dress across the ocean. Its hair are small appendages that freefloat easily across the ocean, and each tentacle is thick and voluminous, contrasting the more lithe torso of the cecaelia. The merfolk studied its appearance with haste, and before they could run away from what they assumed a predator, it spoke again.

“Worry not; I am sated from my fill, unlike you.” It taunted the merfolk, a grin creaking wide open from the half-octopus’ lips. “May I know the name you were given for your soul?”

“You need not bother.” The merfolk retorted, their voice more soft and sultry, but their fear of being preyed was replaced with one of annoyance. “If you had your feast, then that is good for you.”

The cecaelia kept its smile, and replied in a calm manner. “How unkind of you, when all I want to do is help tend to your empty stomach.”

“I don’t believe that would be necessary.” The merfolk insisted, but at this moment their stomach chose to twist itself into a pang, making them grimace and wrap their arms around the belly. Yet, it wouldn’t stop their famished organ from crying out its prolonged displeasure.

‘Guuuguuugugurrrgglleee— cchchchchchhurrnn..’

The merfolk went beet red, utterly embarrassed. The cecaelia meanwhile laughed, and their ears perked up at the poor stomach’s wailing chorus.

“Well, if you believe yourself to fare just well, then I shall bid you farewell.” It raised a hand, and just as it was about to leave, the merfolk had taken up its bait.

“...ngh, the name’s Arzrus.” They spoke up in resignation.

The cecaelia tilted its head, its cocky grin replaced with a bemused smirk. “Arzrus, a wonderful name for such like you. This life had given me the name Lytra.”

Arzrus drew a large breath, huffing their chest before getting it straight. “...Lytra. Would you care to proceed with your help, then?”

“Ah, of course. I would be delighted, though you know nothing comes with a free price.” Lytra playfully swam around Arzrus. “But fortunately for you, I crave not the fragile physicality of treasure, but rather… a more earthy desire.”

Their eyes rolled as Arzrus made a presumption. “I have yet to break my virginity, and I doubt I would make an excellent partner.”

“Oh no, not that sort of basic desire.” said Lytra, before coming up real close to Arzrus, its face breathing down onto the merfolk’s head. “But, I do admit… your form is rather exquisite…”

Arzrus felt themselves shrink in discomfort yet bloated in pride. Their body is ‘rather exquisite’, put in the cecaelia’s words. Pink coral hair fanning and sprawling backwards, scaled armor that is embedded on their body, a large and girthy tail fin that could easily whip out any lesser prey that Arzrus can find. Can find, that is, which also leads to Lytra’s personal highlight of Arzrus’s body… the thin blue belly, complimenting the aquatic cyan skin and pink kelp armor, and caterwauling with fierce hunger.

Lytra’s appendages approaches closer to Arzrus, making the merfolk reflexively jolt and attempt to flee. “Hey, do not—”

“Shhh, I just want to feel this ravenous hunger of yours…” replied Lytra, as it wraps a tentacle across Arzrus’s stomach, tightening it like a belt.

Arzrus felt every inch of their scale raise, as their mortification becomes justified when their stomach squirms under the tight constriction, and the pressure aggravating the hollow feeling in their belly.

‘gyuu-guurp-gurp-ggurRROORRRR…’

Biting their lips, Arzrus gulped as their irritated belly unleashed quite the ferocious sound, more aggressive than they’ve ever heard their stomach before.

“Aww, such a shame that your master couldn’t take care of you well today, has it?”

‘blloorrrrbblblbblbl-- gggrrrrrrnnnnnn…’

Their belly replied instead, voicing an agreement. Arzrus finds themselves utterly dumbfounded; here they were, where a cecaelia approached them out of nowhere and somehow got to a point of intimacy by their scowling belly. And, Lytra seemed to be enjoying itself rather well, the way its eyes are closed and its head slowly traveling down to perhaps, lay its ear on the starving stomach--

“I really do not think this is-” Arzrus tries to find themselves a way out of this, struggling out and swimming away. But, Lytra immediately reached its tentacles to pull the merfolk back in front of the eager cecaelia.

“Oh come now, I have yet to do my end of the bargain.” Lytra refuted.

Arzrus was about to argue against spending more time having their stomach sing out a personal concert for Lytra, but… sigh, it’d be better if they let it happen rather than having to listen to it howl for possibly an entire night, wouldn’t it?

“Fine… but, if you fail to bring upon your end of the bargain, I will leave you.” Arzrus set the condition.

“How lucky, is me.” The cecaelia smiled and clasped its palms. “Come, I will show you a place where all the fishes flock. Don’t come forgetting where you came from now.”

(continued in part 2)