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Something about tummy aches in business attire GETS ME GOING

seriously like a woman in a sleek and dark high waisted skirt that is form fitting on a normal day but suffocates her bloated upset stomach

and the tightness of it causes it to encourage belches to come up and out of her mouth at inopportune moments and she either has to let them out discreetly or can’t at all for the reason of trying to stay professional and it makes the pressure in her tummy even worse

And she tries to rub it carefully when no one is watching but can’t do enough at work to get relief or

ON THE PHONE WITH A CLIENT AND SHES GOTTA EXCUSE HERSELF TO BURP QUIETLY BECAUSE SHE CANT FOCUS

Or a man with his tummy bulging out in a too tight button down top and he wants nothing more than to open it up and give it a rub but instead it’s stuck behind the taught fabric and buttons and he sits at his desk in his little cubicle rubbing his belly and gets caught by a coworker and is so embarrassed or he’s in the middle of giving a presentation and he’s attached to a mic and it picks up his tummy growling angrily and it was bad enough to get up in front of all these people so damn bloated and hurting and if it wasn’t obvious enough they ALL had to hear it

And people leave snacks in the break room for anyone to help themselves to and he can’t pass up the opportunity for free food even though his belly feels funny and it only makes his buttons strain moreee

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Maybe could you draw some mutual stuffing with Naegami?

Are you even dating if you don't subtly stuff each other at work celebrations?

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“Baby, I ate too much.”

This is a little rough and couldn't get it quite how I wanted it, might clean it up later. Typed up with one eye taped shut lmao so excuse any typos please and thank you.<3

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“Baby, I ate too much.”

I must look so ridiculous when you come in the front door to find me sprawled across the couch, reclined slightly with my legs spread wide, but I’m still just drunk enough not to care. My little white tank top doesn’t even stretch over my swollen belly. My jeans are on the floor in a pile, kicked inside-out. Along with the dishes and empties littering the coffee table, they tell a pretty clear story.

You leave your coat and boots near the door before coming over to sit next to me.

Your concern for me comes first but I can see you already looking flustered as I moan and arch in your direction, giving a little pout as I push my belly towards you. I reach for your hand and slip it under my shirt. An instant later my stomach gurgles loudly and I squeeze my eyes closed for a moment.

"Mmmm, baby, I have such a bellyache."

You turn to survey the messy coffee table. The empty box that still contained half a pizza when you left for work that morning. A bowl of crumbs that I normally would have dispatched to the sink immediately. A Haribo bag with no surviving gummy bears. A few soda bottles and the better part of a six-pack of hard cider, all finished.

“What did you eat, baby?”

"Well, first I had the rest of the leftover pasta,” I begin, slurring just slightly, “But then I remembered that we had the pizza.” I giggle as I gesture towards the table.

“But I think the combination made my belly upset, and I took a little nap. But then I woke up so hungry, so I finished the pizza and, um," I groan and squirm and push my belly deeper into your hands.

"And I was drinking, so I ate the rest of the tortilla chips," I add sheepishly, "with sour cream."

You continue rubbing my round, straining belly. It grumbles loudly as if it too is now remembering all of the things packed inside.

"Fuck,” I moan, cringing at the memory of food, “and the rest of the ice cream in the freezer. Fuck, I’m so full. I’m too full.”

You carefully slide your hand out from under my shirt before standing. “Let’s move you to the bed, baby.”

"Ooh, you're gonna move me?" I laugh, eyes glazing over slightly as I’m pulled to my feet.

I hold onto you with one hand, the other placed protectively atop my engorged belly. I’m full and tipsy and off-balance. Your arm comes around me, your hand gently cupping the side of my belly to keep me steady.

We reach the bed and I let you lower me onto the mattress. You tell me to lie back. It isn't a command but it isn't a suggestion either.

I lean back against the pillows, slightly upright, once again spreading my legs wide to accommodate the fullness of my belly. I let out small, quiet moans as I trace my fingertips lightly up and down, occasionally stopping to massage circles into upset spots. For a moment you just watch me.

"Babyyy," I whine, writhing and twisting my hips shamelessly against the sheets. “Please. It hurts.”

Finally you crawl onto the bed and settle in next to me. I grab your hand and push it against my belly.

"My tummy hurts." I look right into your eyes, my hand still on yours. I push it firmly into the swell of my belly and whimper at the pain.

I remove my hand and slowly you begin running your palm in big, heavenly circles over my belly. I moan, loudly. A burp comes up and it tastes like pepperoni and sweet cider. You kiss me anyway.

“Mmm, thank you,” I murmur sincerely as you continue working your fingers tenderly over my entire belly. Every now and then my eyes flutter closed for a few seconds at a time.

You switch to just the tips of your fingers, teasing softly just beneath my belly button.

I moan and close my eyes again, but this time I keep them closed. You skim your fingertips back and forth, moving lower down my heavy belly, feeling the deep gurgles and groans as you glide your fingers into the waistband of my underwear.

“Aww, baby, it really hurts, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” I whimper, nodding pitifully.

“My poor thing,” you say, slipping your fingers further into my panties and into me. “That must be why you’re so wet.”💜

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Your average “never took the stairs in my life”, “I drive everywhere I go” kinda guy

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Me: *sees a character that’s My Type* Oh wow, they’re cute!

My garbage brain: Just imagine them after eating a lot of food… with their stomach swollen and taut… breathing heavily… 🤤

Me:

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mmm it's all about subtle belly rubs when you're with someone who's a lil bashful and self-conscious 💖

hugging them from behind so you have an excuse to hold their tummy, maybe give it a lil rub or pat <3

sneakily loosening their belt under the table at a restaurant and resting a hand on the curve of their full stomach as they blush, making sure they can still get their comfort but nobody else can see~

always keeping an arm around their waist when you're out so you can lazily give their tummy a gentle rub every so often

holding their waist and sliding your other hand from their chest down to their stomach as you kiss them, feeling the warm softness of their middle 💖💖

subtly rubbing their tummy through their hoodie pocket or under a blanket when they're a little too full so you don't embarrass them in front of others <3

knowing exactly what they want when they mumble about having a stomachache or when they let their tee 'accidentally' ride up a little around you, too shy to ask for a nice belly rub 💞

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I’m late but fave scenario for me is forcefeeding where the one getting stuffed isn’t held down physically but they feel like they have to accept whatever they’re being fed be it because they think it’d be impolite to deny it, they feel intimidated, whatever. And that goes on until they’re so full that if they try to physically resist they can’t because they’re so overstuffed. All they can do is whine and moan about how full they are

sniffs this ask

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Pocket boy, but his tummy is absolutely full of glass marbles that click together, there's so many but he doesn't want to move since them shifting them at all hurts.

oooo that’s good, but what about one big jumbo marble?? Like the ones that are the size of an orange or something... so heavy and huge, sitting in his stomach like a massive rock. Ignoring how it even got in his tummy in the first place, there’s no way its going to come out now :)

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I tried to make an expression chart based of *stomach growls* reactions...

I'm not sure if I labeled them properly lol. It was just for fun...feel free to use it for drawing or meme-purposes.

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If you're a trans man into feedism

Please reblog this!

I wanna follow more trans guys like me!!

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Moaning boyfriend in bed is still hungry….

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That look where someone wearing a button down shirt and they eat themselves so full that the belly starts pushing against it and you get those little rounded diamond shaped gaps where the buttons are straining...

Perfection

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Y’know what else I inexplicably love?

A character with a tail who wraps their tail around their stomach when it growls. As a protective or defensive instinct, or to muffle the sound, or out of embarrassment, whatever reason.

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Ah, Thanksgiving.

That time when all of the belly kink people get unbelievably flustered as their friends proceed to talk about how full/bloated/stuffed they are while proceeding to stuff themselves.

How's it going for y'all then?

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❤ Hungry characters running a hand over their empty stomach when they hear, see, or think about food

❤ Hungry characters squirming/tensing up uncomfortably whever their stomach pinches in hunger, trying to suppress the growl before it develops

❤ On an opposite note, hungry characters rubbing that achy space between their ribs to encourage growls, simply for the relief of diminished hunger pangs

❤ Hungry characters groaning in unison to their stomach, either unintentionally from discomfort, or in a "yeah, me too bud." response

❤ Hungry characters trapped in a snuggle pile that either 1. openly complain and try to squirm free, sighing and flumping in defeat when their tummy grumbles irritably, or 2. blush and shift when a misplaced head/arm rests against their stomach, silently pleading that the cramp swelling between their ribs won't sound off

❤ Hungry characters grimacing and pressing a hand over their stomach when it growls a little too loudly

❤ Hungry characters who's stomach grumbles a little more pointedly after they one bite of some really delicious food, clearly anticipating more

❤ Hungry characters who audibly gulp or look pleadingly towards food they've been eagerly awating all day

❤ Hungry characters that groan in bliss, intentionally or unintentionally, when they take that very first big bite of said food

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Thinking about giving someone a belly massage, with oils and everything, maybe even gentle background music and dimmed lights. Preferably after they’ve been through a tough time and need some relaxation, or when their belly is acting up for some reason, maybe stress, maybe bad food, who knows. 

I’m thinking about their insides grumbling and growling underneath the masseur’s fingers as the cramps and the tension are released. It almost sounds painful, but it feels so incredibly good to them. Their digestion is enhanced now, so they may have to eat after you’re done…

Gas kink bonus: 

All the air that was stuck in there is getting out and it keeps interrupting the blissful silence~