hungrytummythings

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Fuck, it just feels so good to hear my stomach growl when I’m hungry. Its whines and gurgles are cute, but it’s nothing compared to that deep, loud, raw growl that happens every so often. I feel it clenching my insides right before it happens and it hurts so good.

I wanna be teased so bad with it—maybe my girlfriend says I can’t have dinner until my stomach begs loud enough for it.

Or maybe at every meal, she punishes my middle for being so loud and needy, saying I can’t have food until it shuts up long enough to eat. That would take forever..

Maybe I’d just get fed a bite or two before it cries out eagerly for more, but that’s all it takes and she pulls away the rest of my food.

“You can’t touch it until your stomach learns some manners,” She says while forcefully pressing down right on that one achey spot under my ribs that’s been building up. Obviously it snarls and grumbles in response—louder and longer than before~

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Imagine this

You wake up one morning in you big comfortable fluffy bed . The sun shining through the curtains. The birds chirping and the smell of coffee being made is in the air. You do a biiiigggg stretch and that’s when it happens. You wince as a long deep groan comes from your middle. You instinctively grab your middle and feel the rumble under your hand. I walk in

Coffee in had aswell as a large breakfast of all your favorites. When the long growl ends and your stomach contracts as it crams you slowly reveal your stomach to me . It’s caved in, so sunken I see your hipbones making a bridge with your boxers. You suck in your stomach even more to look thinner since I like you more the thinner you get. You drag your hand over your exposed ribs and sink in your hand in the middle of your empty ravenous stomach.

“ please?” You beg .

“ not yet my love” i say as i begin to eat what was supposed to be your meal. With both hands you rub your tummy and moan as it begins to ache and beg some more. How much longer can you take ? It’s already been 8 days

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Tummy kink ask game, for you or OC's (finally got around to making one) 🌸

Hunger💕

🌷 hungriest you've ever felt?

🍰 longest you've ever gone without eating?

🕯Do you prefer being hungry, or seeing someone else hungry?

🍒 whats a food you fantasize of when you're hungry?

⭐️ whats your biggest fantasy when it comes to hunger?

🌌 whats your favorite part about being hungry? (If you enjoy it)

🧨 do you get easily irritated when hungry?

☂️ what do you do to pass the time when fasting?

💬 has your stomach ever growled in public?

Eating (or soft stuffing) 💕

🍉 whats your favorite food to eat a lot of?

☀️ whats your biggest fantasy when it comes to stuffing?

❤️ whats your comfort food?

❄️ favorite thing to eat when its cold?

🔥 favorite thing to eat when its hot?

General questions 💕

🎵 whats your favorite type of growl?

💌 when did you become aware of your kink?

🗯 when is your tummy most vocal?

🕰 how often do you indulge in your kink?

🔮 do you prefer being hungry or full?

🌸 blog recommendations?

🌺 fanfic recommendations?

🪐 random question!

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Imagine if you lifted up your shirt to reveal your belly has caved in an inch under your ribs, then your stomach lets out a rumbly groan that makes your whole belly ripple

😵‍💫😵‍💫 lordyy i would come

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much better art from ibis paint, the animations I did were too messy

For once hands work out

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Tum kisses <3

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late night case of the munchies

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The layered clothing over a hungry tummy….i love it.

You get colder when you’re empty too, there’s nothing in your belly to keep you warmed up from the inside. So it makes sense for a starved character to want to have a few extra layers on.

Maybe they don’t have many colleagues or friends, maybe they don’t see their family often, so no one is there to realize how small they are underneath all the clothing bulk. The slimness of their figure and empty ache of their stomach is hidden away by fabric, muffling the sound of their growling belly as well. So really it’s only them, suffering in silence as their belly grumbles and growls but no one realizes they’re hungry.

Then perhaps they get an unexpected embrace from someone, and that person just stops and holds them a few seconds longer. Surprised, because even though they always seemed a bit chilly, always wore that coat and that sweater, they surely must have had more weight on their bones, right? And so close, they can hear a begging growl from their stomach.

How surprising, they had never even considered that this person would have been quietly famished under all that.

It’s even better if the hungry, cold person was a stoic and mean-looking character, perhaps someone with a bad reputation, who wasn’t trustworthy before…

What a deliciously thoughtful response!!

"Surely, they must have had more weight on their bones." That's good.

Also, that mention of a stoic or mean character who actually carries such vulnerability, oh, someone write me a story with that, I would eat that shit up.

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Months ago, i made this mime idk why i didnt post it yet xd

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i love when someone is obviously starving… their belly is smaller and growling loudly and they’re drooling staring at my food but they won’t admit how hungry they are… even when all we can think about is the fact i haven’t fed them in days

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Bleak

Sorry I took so long making this one :(

This idea kept changing and I was having a hard time deciding on what this story should really be, so I just thought a simple yet interesting story about starvation between two friends

Let me know if you guys want a part 2 cuz I was kinda rushing towards the end

Caution, this includes: Starvation, actions towards unconscious individual, giving up (partial) amounts of food to others

The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, its rays baking the jungle floor and sweat glands working overtime. Audrey wiped his brow, catching a few stray beads of perspiration before they could slide down his face. "Brutus, I don't know how much longer we can keep going on with no food. We're both absolutely starving," he said, stomach growling loudly to punctuate the statement. Audrey glanced over at his travel companion, noting the sheen of sweat glistening on his muscular arms as he hacked through the dense foliage with a machete. 

"Ugh, I'm with you there, bud. All I can think about are juicy steaks and buttery mashed potatoes. This heat is making me crave heavy comfort food," Brutus replied, his own belly letting out a thunderous rumble. "Seriously, listen to that beast. It's been howling for hours now. I swear it's gonna eat me from the inside out if we don't find civilization soon!"

Audrey sighed heavily, wiping his face again. They had been wandering this godforsaken jungle for days now, attempting to capture epic photos of rare wildlife to sell. But all that epic wildlife seemed to have disappeared, leaving them lost and depleted of their meager provisions. Now their stomachs were staging a full-on rebellion. 

"I thought you had some secret stash of rations hidden away. You know, something to tide us over until rescue," Audrey said hopefully. Brutus paused his machete wielding and shook his head ruefully. 

"Hate to break it to you pal, but my secret stash is long gone. I ate the last granola bar yesterday. We're officially out of rations." He looked down at his crotch, patting a pocket. "Unless you want to rummage through my pockets for crumbs, be my guest. But I don't think you'll find anything but lint and regret."

Audrey rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, very funny. What are we going to do, Brutus? I swear I can feel my organs cannibalizing each other in there."

"I feel you. It's like my stomach is gargling obscenities at me," Brutus said with a dramatic clutch of his belly. "Alright, let's find a good spot to camp for the night. Maybe the authorities will find us in the morning. If not, I'm probably going to start chewing my own arm off by tomorrow evening."

The two men set up a meager tent and bracken bed, their stomachs giving a symphony of unhappy growls and groans as they worked. Once settled in, they laid together, bellies gurgling in tandem. Audrey felt his eyelids growing heavy.

Suddenly, Brutus sat up. "Here, Audrey. Eat this candy bar. I was saving it but I think you need it more than me." He pressed a precious, crinkled wrapped treat into Audrey's hands. Audrey blinked at it in disbelief. 

"But Brutus, that's your favorite! You've been hoarding it..." 

"Ah, quit being a gentleman and eat the damn thing!" Brutus said, smacking Audrey's hands. "Besides, I had a monster breakfast before we left camp. That much food has gotta still be digesting."

Audrey couldn't argue with that logic. Their stomachs were howling in unison now. He tore open the package and began wolfing the chocolate down eagerly, barely stopping to unwrap it. Halfway through, he glanced over at Brutus. The dark-haired man wore that same dopey grin he always did - but this time, it looked almost affectionate. Audrey's stomach fluttered, confusing him.

He handed the remaining candy over. "Here, I can't eat this in front of you. Despite what you said, you're probably just as famished."

Brutus gobbled it up, green eyes lighting up. "Bless you, my friend. Truly, you're a saint." He licked chocolate from his fingers with relish.

Audrey found himself captivated by the sight of Brutus' broad chest rising and falling, and his plush lips sucking on those digits... Wait, what? He mentally shook himself. Food deprivation must be addling his brain. There was no way he was swooning over his buddy right now.

"I... I'm going to sleep," he mumbled, turning away. But he felt Brutus scoot in close behind him, minty breath brushing his ear.

"Hey... Can I hold you?" Brutus murmured. "I just... I need to be close right now."

Audrey swallowed, pulse quickening at the husky request. This wasn't like Brutus at all... But before he could form a reply, a yawn stretched his jaws and his eyes drooped. Brutus' arms wrapped snugly around his waist and Audrey drifted off, confused heart fluttering.

Hours later, Audrey jolted awake, disoriented. His first realization was that his head was pillowed on a firm, muscular chest. The second was the dull ache in his own hollow gut. 

Then his hand brushed something and he froze. It was Brutus' tummy. And it was growling like an enraged beast. A full, furious ROARRR emitted from the quivering wall of flesh and Audrey's eyes went wide. 

He didn't wake Brutus, laying a curious palm over the gurgling abdomen instead. The sounds turned frantic under his touch, muscles clenching in the most enticing way. Feeling brave, he began to rub, massaging the hollow expanse. Each stroke elicited a new gamut of groans and rumbles. It was oddly fascinating...

Audrey was so engrossed in his explorations that he didn't notice Brutus' eyes blinking open until a groggy voice cut the night air.

"Mmmh... what're you doin' there?"

Audrey leapt back like he'd been electrocuted, face flaming. "N-nothing! I mean, um..." 

"You were petting my stomach," Brutus said calmly, absently rubbing his tummy. "It kinds of felt nice though... Don't stop on my account."

Audrey's blush deepened. Had Brutus really just given him permission to touch? Before he could overthink it (again), Brutus took his wrist and guided his hand right back to his middle. 

"Go on. It's pretty talkative tonight," Brutus said with a drowsy smirk. "I guess I really am starving."

The men lay entangled, hands gently kneading and stroking as they listened to Brutus' body language. His belly swelled and shrunk under their fingers, every movement so amplified compared to his own. The sounds echoed in the tent, loud and deep.

"Jesus, Brutus," Audrey breathed, "I had no idea you were this famished..." 

"Tell me about it," Brutus grunted, abs clenching. "I feel like a drum."

Audrey bit his lip, transfixed by the undulations. He'd never seen a stomach so animated before. Each groan grumbled through him, vibrating pleasantly against his skin. His own tummy gave a feeble whine of protest but paled in comparison.

Slowly, cautiously, Brutus looked up to face him, and scooted closer to Audrey. Their bellies collided, empty and gurgling. Audrey gasped at the sensation, heart battering his ribs. His cock twitched in his pants.

"I think we're well past hiding it, Audrey," Brutus said lowly, eyes glinting. "I want you. Have for a while."

Audrey's brain short-circuited. He opened his mouth and nothing came out. Brutus took it as an invitation, surging forward to crush their mouths together...

AH! D:

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when their stomach growls while eating YES PLEASE!! 😖

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why am i so suddenly into the idea of someone making fun of someone else's hunger?

call my empty belly pathetic

slap it when it growls

tell it that it hasn't earned any food yet

ask why it's so loud - does it expect you to feed it??

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the phrase “painfully empty” is so hot it makes my head spin

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Me: *staring at a girl's bare tummy online:

Me: *under my breath* God I bet that stomach growls loud as fuck >\\\\\\<

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Feeling my stomach rumble isn't enough I need to feel a physical earthquake in my gut every time it growls. I need my insides to shake and quiver

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Literally my dream is to spend a day with a willing partner and deny them food. We wake up together, snug in bed, then get ready for the day and I have breakfast. They ask for some but of course I don’t share. Then we go somewhere together: maybe we’re coworkers, maybe we’re in the same classes, maybe we’re just going out with friends, but our plan is to be together in public. The whole time I’ll know they’re hungry: I catch them rubbing their stomach, staring at food, stomach rumbling audibly.

They ask me for lunch, and I say no. But I want them to *go* to lunch just to watch and smell everything. I want to hear their stomach growl deeply in the quietest moments, for everyone else to hear too. I want someone to ask if they’re hungry, for them to say they are, and then for them to continue without eating. I want to pull them behind a door or hallway corner and rub their sunken belly, feel how small they’ve gotten and maybe even feel a hard grumble.

I want to take them to dinner with a group and forbid them from eating that, too. Even if our companions offer them food, especially if someone remarks that they haven’t eaten all day. They’re not hungry, thanks. *ouuuuuwlllgggggyuuuuuu*~~~