It has become very clear to me that very few of you actually understand how to write a quality belly rub beyond just the obligatory “hand goes on round object and makes a circle.”
This is a travesty. This must be corrected immediately.
so I’m here to help with that today [holds up a clipboard] let’s get started.
stop with this bland “big,” “round,” “gurgly” nonsense! those words are fine but use them sparingly. More personality! Better descriptors!
The caretaker...
touched • rubbed • kneaded • massaged • stroked • smoothed their palm over • felt with their fingers • worked against a cramp • chased away a twinge • soothed a tight spot • eased the ache • patted • pressed • held
They did this...
with broad circles • small circles • back and forth • under the curve • over the curve • against the side • atop the crest • under the ribs • around the navel • across the lower belly • soothingly • encouragingly • with amusement • in concern
If I see anyone daring to use the abominations “poked” or “prodded” on a Tummy In Need, I will personally come to your blog and arrest you.
yes they are are part of this equation too!! The tummy is a vital, precious part of the person who owns it; Do Not leave them out of this. the way their belly looks/sounds is irrelevant if they don’t feel and react accordingly!
Hopefully you are now Armed and Ready to go out and Write Those Good Rubs! Godspeed to you all — have fun!
Looks like someone's very proud of her bouncing baby belly! ❤️ That's quite the active bunch she's got there... think she could use some helpful belly rubs? 🥰
Commission! Looks like Aileana's got a very large, very active litter brewing in there... I hope she realizes that this isn't the biggest she's going to get!
What's your favorite part of the animation? The bouncing belly? Those tantalizing tits? ✨
It's 🌼SPRING!🌼 Which means that the time for fertile, fecund nature spirits is here!
Mellie, being a dryad, is rather strongly affected by the seasons. If this is how large she is in spring, just imagine how big she'll get by late summer, when everything is ripe and ready~
You have the vibe of someone whose sexual awakening came from the scene in Charlotte's web where Templeton stuffs himself. Fucking valid and based
I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, anon!
...in all seriousness, I'm absolutely guilty as charged. There was plenty of media from way back when that contributed to my kinks, quite unintentionally. I could list so many.
Re: the lil drabble that you wrote for the ask (same anon btw): Picture that for as much weight as the mother puts on, the babies put on even more. The majority of the calories are going to them and anyone can see it. Her tummy enters rooms far before she does... if she can even fit through the doorway. Her belly is wider than she is and there's no angle from which it can't be seen. Everyone in the neighborhood can't help but stare and gossip about how big she is and how much her babies must weigh. Every time she manages to find clothes that fit, the movements of her babies cause rips that spread like knocking over dominoes and buttons go flying like they were fired from a slingshot. When people touch her tummy without permission, she can't reach them to swat them away. Their movements have gotten so strong that when they kick, they almost knock her over. They jerk her forward and she has to follow along to keep from toppling over. The babies get a whiff of food and next thing she knows she's being forced toward yet another meal to feed her gluttonous brood. Sometimes her belly jumps from all of the activity inside, and it knocks things off of counters, upends furniture, makes all kinds of trouble. They're just too big and strong now, but she can't stop them from getting bigger and stronger when she keeps eating so much
Oooh, anon! You certainly know what gets me. 🤤 This is all so, so GOOD!
The poor thing is really just caught in a vicious cycle, isn't she? The larger her brood grows, the hungrier she gets, the more she consumes, the larger her brood becomes... it's almost as if she isn't in control of herself anymore. This is more than mere pregnancy brain. This is pregnancy worship, leaving her an absolute slave to the state of her body.
She can't even bear to look at her closet anymore. Why would she bother? Nothing in it has even come close to fitting for months now. In a pile in the corner is mangled and torn clothing, the victims of her frantic attempts to cover herself with something. Anything.
But then again, pregnant cows don't need to wear anything, do they? All they need to do is eat, and grow.
She barely notices that her due date has come and gone. Somewhere in the back of her mind, there's panic--how the hell is she supposed to birth babies that surely weigh near fifteen pounds apiece now? But then the aching in her stomach starts, those hunger pains that make the entirety of her gravid girth groan and gurgle.
Groans- those deep, belly groans that come from the depth of someone’s gut when they’re so full- or really need to use the bathroom
Bubbles- the constant, unsettled bubbles from someone’s belly when gas is swirling around in there
Rumbles- similar to groans, but more broad. Rumbles can be digestion or a sick belly, or again, one that really needs a bathroom
Gurgles- could be nice, lazy digestion gurgles, or a queasy belly that feels like it can’t hold in the sick anymore
Growls- desperate, hungry sounds that often are painful. These bellies need to be filled asap
Sloshes- underrated. A belly full of liquid, a sick belly, or an overly full belly can make these lovely sounds. They can come after a hiccup or intense belch too. The best is when someone sucks their belly in then releases to make it slosh on command. Chef’s kiss
Hyperpregnancies where there are so many babies that the ultrasound tech gasps then goes silent when she sees how many are inside you
Hyperpregnancies where you’re growing so fast from being so stuffed with babies that you’re constantly aching and feeling your skin burn as it stretches around your litter
Hyperpregnancies where your belly runs out of room and the babies become visible through your shrink wrapped flesh, their shapes obvious even when they’re sitting still
Hyperpregnancies that are grueling endeavors the entire time so you have to focus 100% of your life and attention on this pile of babies taking over your body
Hyperpregnancies that make you beg for birth but the doctor says you still have months to go, and you’re getting them out naturally
Finally, someone else who understands the perfection of a preggo stuffing their belly even further with food. Gotta feed those babies 😩👌
Absolutely!
Picture this. One expectant mother, womb stuffed to the brim with multiples. At her next appointment with the doctor, they tell her that the babies are far too small, underfed and weak. She'll need to triple or even quadruple her caloric intake to get to where she needs to be.
So she stuffs herself every minute she can. Greasy fast food, huge piles of pasta, dozens upon dozens of pizza boxes littering the floor alongside foil candy wrappers and crumpled takeout boxes. Some of the containers look to be torn apart with teeth alone, as if she couldn't be bothered to take the time to open them properly and reach the fattening goodness inside.
With every bite, she swells. Every gulp, she bloats. Bigger and rounder, fatter and tighter. Her belly never shrinks, not even after she's done binging on her latest gargantuan meal. The litter she's knocked herself up with sees to that.
Finally one day, months later, she realizes what she's done to herself. A generous layer of fat is now wrapped around her body, leaving everything squishy and soft. Her poor, overburdened belly gurgles and groans, her stomach and womb fighting for the rapidly-dwindling space inside her. Her belly button, popped and sore, is a distant memory in the unreachable land that is the front of her tummy. Every breath is shallow, every hiccup and burp enough to painfully jostle that overfed and overdue belly. She can't take any more. She can't fit any more.
And as she lifts the next forkful to her waiting mouth, she discovers that she can't stop.