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literally cannot stop thinking about this. i just want some beautiful intimidating girl at a party to tease me, humiliate me, stuff me and then fuck me senseless

it's completely normal behaviour to want people at parties to come up to you, pat your belly, and push a snack in your mouth. and for this to continue until your belly is bulging out of your outfit and you're desperately whimpering and begging them to stop but they never give in until you're so stuffed you cannot move.

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something so delicious and luxurious about tending to a tummy ache when you're alone and have plenty of time. coaxing more food into your belly even though it's unsettled and squirmy, listening to its loud groans and gurgles as it adjusts to more sugary snacks. softly rubbing your bloated bare belly, letting it hang out on your thighs. no need to be embarrassed, you're the only person who can see what you've done to your tummy!

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Stuffing/Tummy Kink Ask Game: Which Do You Prefer

burps or hiccups?

tight, hard bellies or soft squishy bellies?

nausea or achiness?

tight, revealing clothes or loose, cozy clothes?

food or liquid?

hungry rumbles or overstuffed gurgles?

comfortably full tummies or achingly stuffed tummies?

a very noticeably distended belly or a more subtly bloated belly?

upper belly bloat or lower belly bloat?

art or irl?

huge appetites that require a lot of food to satisfy or small appetites with small capacities?

stuffing or gaining?

innies or outies?

hairy bellies or smooth bellies?

gentle belly care or rough belly teasing?

fantasy scenarios or realistic scenarios?

a lot of complaining about an upset belly or silent suffering?

noisy tummies or quiet tummies?

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If you have the time prompts about accidental bloating. Eating something that doesn't agree with the character for them to end up an overinflated balloon

unintentional bloating my beloved,,,,,i coulda done more but i gotta cut it off or ill be sitting on this document for the rest of my life

Your character is at work, and it's finally time for their lunch break. Maybe they made a poor choice in packing their lunch, or maybe they go out for something quick and order the wrong thing, but by the time they get back to work, their tummy is feeling sore and swollen. Whether they're sitting at a desk or moving around on their feet, it quickly becomes clear that their belly is going to be a problem.

Your character squeezes into a nice little outfit to go to a fancy dinner event. The rich food settles poorly in your character's stomach, no doubt teaming up with their nerves to give them a killer bellyache, and their nice outfit starts feeling uncomfortably snug. If their belly isn't plainly visible, their discomfort certainly is. Hopefully their outfit at least holds itself together until they get home.

Your character has a terrible cold. Apparently some people relate to this and some don't, but your character is the type to swallow with each sniffle, as well as swallowing frequently in a vain attempt to lubricate their throat, causing their stomach to fill up with unintentionally swallowed air throughout the day.

Your character is on a dinner date, and they're feeling pretty nervous. Their belly is grumbly and agitated before they even leave. By the time they're sitting with their partner at the restaurant, they aren't hungry in the slightest, their poor anxious tummy feeling queasy and bloated. They eat their dinner anyway, though, and it leaves their belly bulging visibly. How does their date react?

Your character is already feeling a little bloated before they get on the plane--maybe they ate too much airport food, maybe they're nervous, maybe they're simply prone to a bloaty tummy--but once they take off, the altitude causes their poor belly to bloat up even more. They could try to soothe their stomach with some ginger ale, but if the bubbles fail to make them burp, they'll really be in for it.

Your character is awful about eating too quickly and talking the entire time they're doing it. They swallow a lot of air when they eat, leaving their tummy disproportionately bloated after each meal. They're notorious among their friends for it. How do said friends respond when your character winds up even more bloated than usual after a lunch out together?

Your character is enjoying some spicy food, and by "enjoying," I mean they're fighting for their life. Maybe they just have a weak tolerance, or maybe their tolerance is impressive and they've finally met their match, but their mouth--and stomach--are on fire. They're sipping their drink after nearly every bite, and between the liquid, the air they swallow while drinking, and the spicy food irritating their stomach, they're terribly bloated by the time they're finally through.

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it's completely normal behaviour to want people at parties to come up to you, pat your belly, and push a snack in your mouth. and for this to continue until your belly is bulging out of your outfit and you're desperately whimpering and begging them to stop but they never give in until you're so stuffed you cannot move.

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Obsessed with the dichotomy of a pretty femme girl and being gross. Like being out at the bar in a little skirt and top, all the bubbles in the drinks going to her belly. It starts to poke out the more she drinks all while belching shamelessly. Maybe she even rubs her belly in front of everyone, completely careless that she's shocked everyone around her with her behavior.

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One of my go-to belly kink fantasies is a big, glamorous, exclusive event for stars and socialites that takes the form of a huge feast with tables and tables of food. It's accepted tradition that the point of the event is to get completely, unbearably, desperately stuffed. Photos of the event are published afterwards like with the Met Gala: of celebrities going in wearing their beautiful, stylish outfits, and of them coming out with their bellies bursting out.

Thoughts I've had about this include:

A reporter from outside the scene comes in to interview guests. As one interview proceeds a guest invites the reporter to feel her massive, tight tummy, and the reporter starts getting increasingly flustered and pink-cheeked as she continues the interview

Trendy young social climbers, thrilled with their invitation, are determined to stuff their bellies as much as possible to get noticed. They end up groaning and whimpering, unused to eating that much, with overfed, upset tummies spilling out of their ultra-trendy clothes

Maybe, if they're lucky, a sleek, experienced older guest will indulgently take care of an ingenue's upset little belly; or maybe they'll teach them how to fit more in

Glamorous afterparties with roomfuls of people with luxuriously bulging bellies, helping each other digest and fitting in a last few drops of champagne

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eating someone out while their tummy hurts >>>

rubbing their belly with one hand and gripping their thighs with the other as you go down on them, listening to them whimper and moan

yes please

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“it’s starting to feel tight…”

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Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always

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Accidentally stuffed my tummy to a heavy, tight dome on a rich three-course meal and lots of wine. I could feel my belly swelling as I walked home, packed uncomfortably into my jeans, and as soon as I undid my top button it came bouncing out. Everything was sitting densely, my tummy occasionally making loud, stained gurgling noises as it tried to digest. I couldn't keep my hands off it, both trying to ease and impressed by the bloat. When I got into child's pose for comfort, I could feel the stretched skin of the tip of the dome pressing extra-sensitively into the mattress. Literally stuffed to the brim!

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Can't stop thinking about whiny people with tummy aches hnnngh I gotta stuff someone till they're a whimpering mess under my hand. I want them to beg me to rub their sick stomach. Soft pained noises, my hands all over them, muttering praise and sweet soft comfort all night long.

Or maybe they're sick and in need of some assistance. Three am, the two of us in a freshly made bed. Trying my best to soothe their stomach just enough so they can fall back asleep. Quiet whimpering, pressing my hand back against their belly if I try to move away.

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when someone describes a tummy as 'feeling weird' 😳

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logging onto your account and forgetting you made a post in a fugue state of horniness

squirming and moaning and alternating between rubbing my sick tummy ache and my clit, to be honest

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squirming and moaning and alternating between rubbing my sick tummy ache and my clit, to be honest

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*gets a little nsfw by the end, includes public stuffing/bloating and burping*

"So uhhh... I think maybe we should leave"

"Why what's up?"

"I... Well..... Feel" you said, guiding her hand to your belly. Sure enough she could feel it gurgling and bubbling beneath her palm, and now you'd pointed it out she noticed the fabric of your clothes dimpling and stretching slightly over the bulge of your stomach. "i think i over indulged a little at the buffet" you whisper, glancing around as she surreptitiously rubs the side of your stomach, hoping nobody is paying too much attention to the two of you.

"does it hurt?" she says, gently holding your sides.

"a little... But it's okay" you loser your voice "it feels really good actually, I'm just worried people will notice if... If it gets any bigger... *hicc* oof it's already a little swollen" you reply, your belly bouncing a little with the hiccup.

"don't worry, get some ginger ale to settle it and after the talk we can leave, but i can't just rush off from a work thing. " she smirked a little as she kissed you, running a hand down your belly and quickly cupping it's new curve before pulling away. "although you know I'd love to" she whispered winking.

You agree, grab a ginger ale from the bar and settle yourself on a sofa in the corner, happy to people watch while she networked. Lost in thought you don't notice the passing server's occasionally topping up your drink and you start to absentmindedly snack on bowls of nibbles. You only realise you're predicament when half an hour or so later you feel a deep gurgle in your gut... You hadn't even noticed that your free hand had drifted up to rub your belly as you were eating and was now resting atop quite an impressive stomach. Round and heavy, your clothes were now clearly stretching to accommodate it as it had expanded out into your lap. You groaned, realising the gurgle was a signal of what was to come as you felt your belly rumble before attempting to stifle a deep, satisfying belch. You blushed bright red, covering your mouth and praying you hadn't drawn any attention to yourself...

"babe how... How did you even manage to get this full so fast!?" she appears beside you on the sofa looking both concerned and impressed.

"I..." you opened your mouth to try and explain yourself but now that you'd burped once the gates were open and another burp slipped out, cutting you off.

"*UUuurP* oof... Sorry I... *BleuuUurp* got a little distracted, i didn't notice how much I was eating" you said sheepishly, struggling to get the words out between burps. Cradling your belly you groaned, leaning back into the sofa. You felt the ginger ale slosh inside you as you did so, and immediately regretted the decision to lay back as you felt the weight of your stomach pinning you down, and the tightness of your skin, stretching over your gluttony. "hey babe... I could really use a belly rub right now" you whisper, suppressing a moan just thinking about her soft hands sliding up and down your sides, knowing just the spot to massage to release the pressure in your gut. You looked at her with puppy eyes, knowing she couldn't resist you. Teasingly she gave you a quick, but deep kiss and patted your taught tummy, she took your hand to help you up, but even that gentle pat was enough to dislodge an air pocket and you couldn't help letting another long burp slip as you struggled to your feet, jostling your stomach. Now you were sure people were looking, your belly was so disproportionately huge compared to your regular frame and no matter how hard you tried to hold them in burps just kept slipping out. You were quite a sight.

"There's a private bathroom down the hall, all you have to do is make it there and then i can rub that belly like it deserves" she whispers. Every step you feel your stomach bubbling and sloshing, your centre of gravity is disrupted and you practically waddle down the hall.

When you finally make it behind a locked door, she presses you hard against the wall, kissing you and pressing herself against your swollen middle. "you're such a tease" she mutters, running her hands over your belly, "you have no idea how much I've wanted this all night, watching your belly getting bigger and bigger and not being able to touch it and squeeze it, i could hardly take my eyes off you". While she speaks she begins massaging your gut, alternating gentle stroking and deeper pressure, forcing the gas out of you in deep rolling belches. Her hands feel heavenly on the tight skin of your belly and with the pressure of her body pressed against yours you can finally let yourself burp freely, feeling them vibrate in your belly as they rumble out of you.

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Stuffed to the brim