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Dwarf Fortress - The Kobold Kitchens

Dwarf Fortress Kobolds will be the cure to my art block... --------------------- Many prosperous years for the Kobold Den of "Tattoohide" have passed since their grueling start; despite their hardships, the Kobolds have lived peaceful and especially bountiful lives, trading with visiting caravans and welcoming fellow travelers and Kobolds looking to find a new home. With their diets mainly consisting of lots of freshly caught fish and a surplus of fruits and vegetables, some of the Den Mothers are hard at work preparing a feast for the rest of the Fortress! They tend to always make a bit too much if their waistlines are anything to go off of, but luckily they've just welcomed in two new visitors! Two Kobolds who've traveled far stumbled into their territory looking exhausted and terribly famished, one of which was also quite pregnant; they'll likely be invited to stay as part of the Fortress like many others before them and live comfortable (and food-filled) lives~

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Prompt by @drpeppertummy

Determination. Whatever the reason, your character is hell-bent on finishing their food, even if their tummy is begging them to stop.

[Overeating, solo stuffing]

gggGGRRRRUUUuumble.... GGGRROoooaAAn...

It wasn't very often that Elamaris felt the need to overeat, and it's even less often that she does so with spite rather than gluttony, but tonight was one of those nights.

Elamaris knows her eating habits aren't exactly *the best*, but being told multiple times throughout the day that she didn't look like much more than thinly covered bones really set her mind ablaze. She does her best to take the time to eat when she can remember to... There's just... always so much to do... And it doesn't help that her metabolism is pretty high as it is... She'll be hungry again in the span of a couple hours with a regularly sized meal; might as well try and make the feeling of fullness last as long as possible...

The astral elf typically barely had the spare energy to cook, so she ordered her food in. Less healthy, of course, but she could get a good quanity of her favorite pasta dishes for a cheap price. Heavy, decadent, and indulgent... Thankfully, the meal did come with a side salad, garlic knots, and drink. You'd have thought she was trying to feed a family of four with how much food she'd ordered, and surprisingly she'd polished off a good portion of it before needing to take a moment to sit back and soothe her aching tummy. Her usually thin belly now protruding out against the table and gurgling *loudly* as she rubs both of her hands on the taut surface.

GGGgggRRROOOWWLLL!

Elamaris pushes one of her hands into her stomach, hiccupping and moaning softly as she feels everything she's stuffed in her gut fighting to make space. You certainly couldn't say she was nothing more than skin and bone now, but even so her expression is a mixture of pleasurable pain and determination.

Does she think that she can manage to finish the rest of what's on the table in front of her? No. Is she going to continue to try anyway? Absolutely.

GGGggwwwOOoorRRgle...

Another bite... then another... and then another... The stretch to her stomach was beginning to feel more painful, but ***gods*** did everything taste so good... She keeps one hand fixated right on top of her bulging, aching stomach and continues shoving forkful after forkful of the delicious pasta and fresh salad with tangy vinegrette dressing past her lips... Ela brought herself right to the edge of feeling sick before finally deciding to stop, unfortunately failing in her mission to finish her meal. There wasn't *much* left for tomorrow, but she didn't care.

When I unlocked the door to the apartment around half an hour later, I could already hear Elamaris' whimpers and whines coupled with the consistent grumbles and groans of her tummy. I quickly set my things beside the door and locked everything up behind me before joining my cute little elf at her dining table. The sight I saw before me made my breath hitch in my throat, and my heart started to race.

"Holy *shit*, Ela..." I exclaim, walking over to her and pressing a few kisses against her forehead while one of my hands replaces hers at the achiest part of her stomach. "I don't think I've ever seen you eat so much... I was going to cook supper when I got home, but it looks like I don't need to~" My free hand combs through her long, slightly wavy hair and I lean in for a deeper kiss.

Elamaris groans softly into our kiss, her mind an obvious haze of overindulgence, even if there is still a smidgen of disgust across her features. "Gods, p-please don't cook anything else... Just have what's leftover... I'm not going to be able to even look in the direction of these dishes for a while... -hic!- Ughhhhh..."

My expression softens, pressing my fingertips into the surface of her belly... *Fuck* there's no give to it at all... Another couple of light presses dislodges a few tiny burps from her, the kind that you *know* didn't actually free up any space and sounded incredibly strained. Her stomach complains loudly at my examinations, but I can't help but kneel down in front of her seat to pepper the surface of her skin in light kisses and continue in gently soothing her overtaxed gut.

"MmmmmMMM-! F-Fuck, Mal, P-please..." Ela says, letting her eyes roll back as she relaxes her head against her seat. "H-hhaa... Hah... F-feels so t-tight..."

"I'm sorry, dear, I just can't help myself..." I reply as I press a few more kisses against her. "You're always so beautiful, but you *know* how much I adore seeing my partners all chunky and overfull~" Another couple of lingering kisses across the farthest curve to her tummy before I begin trailing my kisses downward... keeping my hands moving against her stomach and slooooowly trailing them down to her hips as my final kiss is placed right over her groin while I give her hips a squeeze.

"Sit back and relax... I'll take care of you, my love... You won't even have to lift a finger~"

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a lot can happen in 2 years

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girlie you are getting ENORMOUS...put any shot of your old car stuffings next to this one and your current food balloon status is a shock. but next to a future pic of you at 450 lbs? well it just looks like it was always inevitable

first car stuffing vs the latest :3

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Can we see your belly move from the growls? Likes pov?

more pov growls, as requested :)

beware the belly before breakfast hahaha😳

if you’re interested in a custom dm me! & send me asks too 😌

ca$happ bxbybriaaa

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gaining weight rlly does a body good

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MOOooo- Cows have 4 stomachs, and one is generally only for storage until they can digest it later. Imagine having a packed stomach but still be utterly starving by the end of a meal...or mayhaps and alternative of being so full for so long as it takes so long for a meal to work through every stomach. Just a canvas for tummy issues all together~ either way, fill her up will you?

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☀️ for any oc

☀️ What time of day would you say you get the hungriest? Is your stomach the loudest then too?

i’m gonna use this as a chance to talk more about my honeypot ant girl, ahva. bear in mind that aside from the worldbuilding on that post, things will be vague for a bit - i’ll have pics of her traveling buddies and more on their world soon!

as a honey mother for her colony, her entire role was to be pampered and fed big meals in order to store them for the colony’s use. eventually most of it’ll just develop into honey, but they’re fed off mostly liquid diets to ensure this - which makes it all the more reverent and meaningful when they get to eat a proper meal of foraged goods.

while with her colony, ahva became especially used to a large breakfast. as the average myrmidon is about three feet tall, this includes a variety of foods prepared in ways not too different from how humans would. small insects foraged and fried, flatbread stuffed with wild bird’s eggs and fresh wild greens, strips of game meat…it’s always her favorite meal.

…which makes it especially noticeable when she MISSES breakfast, of course.

notably, when her actual story starts, ahva is taken captive by slave-making ants, with the intent being to keep her as their own replete. ahva is tossed into a dungeon and starved, and bribed with promises of a meal.

she refuses every last one, but the guards learn something quickly: her stomach is at its loudest by morning. they come close to breaking her through this - it’s hard for her to keep going when her head is foggy and her stomach is roaring from its third missed breakfast.

when a broody one-eyed drone, who’s also a close advisor to the slave-making colony’s queen and her son but like, most of her advisors and workers are her kids. queen ant and all., takes pity on her and decides to break her out and run off, the first thing she asks him for is breakfast.

…aaand he’s rich. he has absolutely no idea how to cook for himself. the two of them would like to forget their experience skipping town. they can’t really remember whatever they talked about and they’re pretty sure it was food. they definitely remember the talk their stomachs had, though!

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Inexperienced pred eats prey for the first time. It was a wonderful experience, but days later there seems to be a problem; their guts don't seem to be doing so well. Their stomach feels both full and empty. They for sure digested their meal and passed it on but it just feels like something is sitting in here unable to move. They feel hungry but at the same time the thought of food makes them feel sick. They can only eat a little at a time without making themselves queasy. Antacids seem to only mute their bloated, gurgling tummy somewhat but the feeling of not wanting to eat remains. They figure it's just a bug and it'll pass but as the days pass the symptoms get worse.

They are absolutely sick to their stomach, writhing in bed as they hold and rub their aching tummy and fighting waves of dizzying spirals that make them wanna hurl. They can feel their stomach doing flips. Every convulsion of hunger and sickeningly deep squelch vibrated across their midsection. They really don't want to puke, but their stomach definitely needs to reject something - whatever that is.

The bellyache is too much, and the pred gives up fighting the urge to vomit. They run over to the toilet, clutching their stomach, lift the seat and hunch over expelling the contents of their stomach. To the pred's surprise; there is no vomit. Instead, it's a shirt soaked in their spit, mucus, and stomach acids. The same white-T their prey was wearing. Now it made sense!

The pred sits by the toilet lurching and hacking up the rest of junk inside him; underwear, dark blue jeans that have definitely lost some of its color, one sneaker after the other, a phone, wallet, a large set of keys, and a watch.

Lesson learned: Strip your prey before consumption!

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Oh boy what a mistake I made today. I got stoned and made myself a toasted prosciutto, gabagool, and salami sub forgetting I had arrangements to go to a five course meal with a friend 30 minutes later. I ended up stuffing several beers, a cesar salad, wings, a baked potato, some ribs, chili, and a cookie with ice cream into my already packed belly. I'm so freaking full... belly rubs would be amazing right now.

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you’re lying in bed, not quite ready for sleep but otherwise done with your day. your breathing is steady and even, your body is relaxed and calm, you’re comfy and warm and settled…

beneath the blankets, your belly grumbles softly, almost to itself. dinner was satisfying, on all accounts and your tummy is comfortably full…

your hands trace gently over your abdomen, mapping out the soft rounded swell of your belly. your full little tummy has a gentle outwards curve to it now, and you can’t keep your hands off it…

your tummy doesn’t hurt, there’s no upset or discomfort, your once-empty belly is just full and content, its hungry growls satisfied, replaced by soft little rumbles as it digests…

you can feel all the little gurgles and growls as your stomach does its thing and you rest your hands carefully over your abdomen. your belly is warm beneath your palms, no longer aching and empty, but calm and settled. you sigh quietly, snuggling into your blankets a little more, your hands smoothing over the soft gentle fullness for your tummy…

a soft gurgle sounds in the quiet darkness of your room and you rub your belly in response, muffling a yawn with the other hand. your full tummy is making you sleepy, you can feel yourself drifting off…

another quiet gurgle rumbles forth from your belly, and your stomach churns gently beneath your hands…

you can sleep, you took good care of your tummy tonight…

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Another Loona X Reader story. Loosely inspired by the vet episode. She's fasting for blood work, and you're the doctor.

So any of you that are into stethoscopes might like this one.

Art by @dragon-draws-art

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62430745

One of the worst things about being a hellhound was going to the vet. It wasn’t really much different than a visit to the doctor, but Loona always felt demeaned by the whole thing; she often felt she was treated more like an animal than a person. Overall the experience was never a good one, but at least this time she could go on her own. It was just a regular check up–nothing that would send her running out in a panic like those dreaded shots Blitzo had to accompany her for. That didn’t mean she was any less pissed off about it.

The office was tucked away in a massive, towering building along with hundreds of other good-for-nothing businesses. Loona read the sign next to the elevator and slammed her fist into the ‘UP’ button. Her foot tapped impatiently as the floor number counted down. Taking the stairs was out of the question. She held out her hand and watched it visibly shaking beyond her control. It wasn’t just her white coat syndrome this time; she was starving. She needed blood work done, and unfortunately that meant fasting. Twenty four hours without food for a hellhound might as well have been three days for anyone else.

Once the elevator doors opened, Loona entered, hit the button and leaned hard against the wall with an audible thud. She tried to distract herself with her phone, but her foot wouldn’t stop tapping and the gnawing hunger in her gut was reaching an all-time high. She looked down at her midsection; her incessant hunger pangs surfaced, and her stomach let out a long, rumbling growl. The obnoxious noise filled the cramped elevator and Loona grimaced at the sounds her body was capable of. Satan, why did she have to fast for so long? She felt completely empty after only a few hours. An entire day without food was actual torture. Her stomach groaned slightly quieter, seeming to agree with her thoughts.

As she arrived at her floor she took a deep breath and entered the office. The smell of antiseptic hit her immediately and she felt a pang of anxiety rising in her chest. She took another deep breath trying to push the feeling down. “Hey, I’m uhh here to see the vet.” Loona said, getting the attention of a receptionist that looked as old as this entire building.

“Oh well, let's look at the schedule here…. Loona, right? You’re all set honey, just take a seat and I'll call you in a few minutes.” The receptionist droned, her voice slow and tiresome.

Loona gave her best attempt at a smile but based on the receptionist's expression in return it wasn’t her best. Not wanting to further embarrass herself, Loona took a seat in the far corner, out of the woman’s line of sight. The chair was quite plush and honestly comfortable.

Loona was hunched over in her seat, one paw scrolling through her phone, her other arm squeezing tightly against her midriff. She couldn’t stop fidgeting. Her phone wasn't much of a distraction, either; she just scrolled up and down mindlessly, waiting for this to be over. She was well past hungry at this point, and combined with her anxiety, the whole situation just made her feel sick. The churning in her stomach hurt and she was debating just leaving without even being seen– No, she couldn’t do that. Blitzø would be pissed, and she’d be here all over again.

“Loona!” A shrill voice called from across the room. “The Doctor will see you now. Room seven.”

“Thanks,” Loona said mutedly. She quickly stood up and made her way down the hallway with long, frantic strides. After that rough incident with the receptionist, her social battery for politeness was running low. First time I’ve heard them use the term ‘Doctor’, She thought to herself.

The exam room was about what you'd expect: a dull, cramped medical office with a padded table covered by a thin sheet of sanitary paper. There was a sketchy-looking sink in the corner with an array tools that all resembled varying degrees of torture devices. Loona begrudgingly sat on the table and continued her wait.

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Eight years of medical school in hell. That's what you had to endure to get where you were– In some cramped veterinary office with a geriatric receptionist that could barely hear, much less work the computer. Still, you’d rather work with hellhounds than imps. Hellhounds were very misunderstood residents of hell, and you’d like to try and make some medical progress beyond the borderline medieval practices that were still in place.

You looked over your chart, standing outside of room seven.

Loona, Age 22, up to date on shots, no pressing medical issues. Nothing stood out on her chart, so that was good. You tapped on the door softly.

“May I come in?” You asked, using your most convincing customer service voice.

“It’s your office dude.” A snarky reply came from the other side of the door.

All hellounds were different, and Loona was no exception. She was wolf-like, with silvery-white fur. You had to give her credit; her outfit complemented her.. physique.. rather well. Just at a quick glance, her fluffy coat and hair shone with a healthy glow, so she most likely had a good diet. Then you noticed her exposed stomach, and her plump thighs that she somehow managed to squeeze into those shorts. ..Make that a very good and complete diet…

“Hello, Loona! I'm a new Hellhound specialist here at the clinic. I'll most likely be your primary Doctor from now on.” You greeted, extending a hand.

“Doctor? I thought all you guys called yourself vets?” Loona asked quizzically. She also extended her paw, grabbing hold of yours firmly. You could feel the tremors as she held on for a brief moment. Poor girl, probably nervous. You thought to yourself.

“Well most of the imps do, I don’t. We get the same amount of schooling as imp doctors, and there’s a lot more to hellhound medicine, to be honest.” Loona smiled at you, giving you a quick show of her teeth. You weren't a dentist but another sign of good health was teeth. She seemed to have them all, but they could be whiter.

“I’m going to begin my examination and ask you some questions. Is that ok?” You asked as you opened a drawer and grabbed some implements.

Loona raised an eyebrow. “You”re the first vet–er.. Doctor.. to ask before starting, but yeah, sure.” She replied, clearly taken aback by your more progressive practices.

You put on a pair of medical gloves and started at the top. Taking a small pen light you looked into her ears, then eyes. You asked her to follow the pen with her eyes as you looked at the deep red in the corners. You were close enough to smell her and caught a whiff of cigarette smoke.

“Do you smoke?” You asked, not wanting to assume.

“Yeah,” Loona replied nonchalantly.

“Well obviously I have to tell you I want you to quit. But if everything sounds good, I’m not gonna pester you about it.” You replied matching her energy.

“The oral exams are a little invasive, sorry in advance. Open please.” She did as you asked. Opening up her maw and showing an impressive array of large teeth. Shining a light, you looked carefully for anything out of the ordinary. Not seeing anything, you pushed her lip aside getting a good look at her teeth. Technically the dentist's job, but Hellhounds were so prone to tooth damage it never hurt to get an extra look. “Sorry again.” You said taking a step back and letting her breath.

“Don't be. The last guy would have just grabbed my face and pried it open.” Loona said with a shrug

Her response made you frown. That was exactly the stigma you wanted to undo. “OK Just lift your arms out for me.” She did. “Don't let me push them down.” You applied a moderate amount of pressure. Nearly all hellhounds had immense strength. So many thought this mundane muscle exam arbitrary. “You're shaking a bit, is that normal?”

Before she could answer, her stomach cut into the conversation with a hollow growl. It seemed to go on forever as you both stared in astonishment. The bright blush that formed on her face was easy to see against her white fur. “When I…..when I'm hungry I get..” She turned away before finishing her sentence.

“I suppose I can skip the question about fasting for your blood work today.” You said trying to lighten the mood. Loona's gaze was permanently averted. She shifted in place, crinkling the plastic cover she was sitting on. “It's a sign of a healthy appetite, nothing to be ashamed of.” You said referencing her chart and filling in a few boxes. “I understand you're probably not feeling your best. The twenty-four hours fasting requirement is outdated. Hellhounds have a very fast metabolism” She turned her attention back to you slightly more intrigued.

“It is??” She asked, nearly whispering.

“I think so. It's based on imp physiology. You could get a hellhound's fasting glucose at twelve hours instead.” That statement seemed to open her back up a bit. She turned her gaze back to you.

“I need to take a listen next.” You said taking the stethoscope off your neck and inserted the ear tips. You put the Diaphragm on the center of her back. “Just take a few deep breaths for me.” She did. It all sounded normal, but it was impossible to ignore the sounds of her stomach. While trying to listen for any abnormalities a steady grumbling was behind it all. You were very familiar with all bodily sounds, but stomachs in particular. Hellhounds had very robust digestive systems to complement their speedy metabolism and overall heartiness. Without even listening directly you could tell that was the sound of her nutrient deprived innards throwing a fit. No wonder it was so loud before.

“Good, that sounds normal. Next your heart.” You moved your stethoscope to her front placing it just over her left breast. You could immediately hear her heart hammering much faster than normal for someone sitting still. An unfortunate side effect of the veterinary history of nearly all your patients was the obvious effects on their nerves. The sound of her stomach was even louder. You swore you could hear the organs squeezing and convulsing a short distance away. You soon realized what you were hearing was just the idle sounds. A deep growl erupted from her stomach and echoed inside of her. The sound just from listening to her chest was nearly deafening. She took a breath sharply and you even heard a soft whine.

You pulled back, taking out your ear pieces for a moment. “Your heart rates accelerated. Does coming here stress you out?” You asked, watching the poor hellhound fidget again.

“Yeah a lot actually. Especially if I need shots.” She replied as she averted her gaze.

“I understand, are you gonna ok with the blood draw”? You asked hoping you wouldn't need to call an assistant. “She wrapped her arms around her midsection and nodded quickly. You could hear more audible groaning coming from her core.

“The needle for that isn’t huge so I’ll be fine.” She spoke quickly and louder than before as if she was trying to conceal the obvious sounds of her hunger.

“That’s good.” You replied feeling a bit at ease. “I need to do the abdominal exam now.” You said preparing your stethoscope yet again. Loona turned fifty shades of red and slowly laid back on the exam table.

At least with an outfit like hers you didn’t have to ask her to strip or change into a gown. Her entire midriff was already exposed, making your job easier. You didn't even need to press the stethoscope against her belly. When it was only a few inches away you could hear its angry churning. You did the usual four quadrants, listening for a few moments. Despite the intensity it was normal. She was just obviously very hungry.

As you placed the diaphragm on her upper left you could feel her fidgeting once again. Glancing up at her you could see she laid her arm across her face. You soon understood why. A long droning roar filled your ears. You could feel her insides vibrating underneath the stethoscope and on the edges of your hand. She clearly had a large appetite that matched her stature. Her body reacting this intensely to fasting meant she was obviously eating regularly.

“Everything sounds good.” You said taking out your ear pieces. Loona simply laid there and groaned in response, not looking up. You couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or fatigue. Either way it wasn't your place to pry. “I'm going to take your blood now. You can stay like that.” She moved her arm aside resting her other paw on her midsection.

“Cool” she said flatly.

As you tied a tourniquet and prepared the needle you noticed Loona slowly rubbing her stomach as she stared off into space. Her insides were gurgling audibly no doubt causing her discomfort. “OK you're gonna feel a prick” you said as you found a vein.

Years of training paid off and you got it on the first try. It was always a gamble doing anything invasive with hellhounds. They were strong and could kill most anything in an instant. That's why most vets would sooner strap them down for the most mundane procedures. You had other philosophies and so far it's gotten you results.

As her blood slowly filled the tube Loonas's stomach continued Its protests of the entire ordeal. “OK that's everything unless you have questions for me.” You said as you capped the sample and labeled It. “You should get the results in the mail.” She sat up quickly and wobbled slightly.

“Can I go now?” She whined

“Yes but get up slowly. Your blood sugar is probably lower than it should be right now.” You spoke cautiously. “I've got something for that here. You dug in a drawer and pulled out a small sandwich bag. “It's not a meal but it should stop you from feeling tired and dizzy.”

She stared for a moment before reaching out to take it. Inside was a small juice, a few pieces of candy, and a small pack of hellhound biscuits. “It's nothing substantial, but it'll make walking out of here easier.” She looked it over for a moment before her stomach cut in gurgling obnoxiously. She clasped a hand over it and smiled at you.

“Thanks, you're a good Doc.” She said, a bit taken aback.

You gave a wave dismissing the comment. “Just make sure you have a good meal as soon as possible. You'll feel a lot better.” You said grabbing her chart and extending your hand. She shook It and gave an awkward smile. “Leave the same way you came in. You can make an appointment now or call.”

She shook your hand and nodded glancing again at the bag you gave her. As you left you heard a soft “Thanks.” Just before you shut the door.

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Well that was more embarrassing than the last time I was here and I didn't even destroy anything. Loona thought to herself as she sighed. Her head hurt and she couldn't tell if it was hunger, stress, or knowing she'd have to talk to that receptionist again. Rubbing her temples she prepared herself before walking out.

It was actually a much faster process than she imagined. She just nodded and agreed to the first date that was given and left. She made it back to the rickety elevator before she tore into the bag of goodies fully. The meager morsels were gone in seconds and the small juice was enough to give the essence of hydration. Still it did perk her up and bit. She could feel her stomachs excited writhing as it attacked the first thing it'd seen in a day.

She inspected the hard candy. It was bright green. She braced herself for the green apple flavor as she popped it into her mouth. Much to her surprise it was lime with a hint of salt. It was licking the rim of a margarita. “I fucking love lime.” Loona moaned as she savored the taste. Her stomach growled impatiently begging her to swallow. She gripped her pudge in an attempt to silence it. “I'm savoring this one.” She thought to herself.

The elevator was filled with the sounds of her guts once again. She checked through her phone's notifications as her insides groaned and gurgled, begging her to be fed. She texted Blitzo letting him know she didn't tear up the office or end up getting hauled away for assault. More importantly she had to find somewhere to eat.

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Here's more Willow since you guys love her so much!!

She's hungry this time 😵‍💫

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They’re good friends 😏

One of the benefits of being an artist is I have the power to draw my OCs hanging out together lmao

(On a side note, it’s my birthday today! 🎉)

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This is another old story. Someone wanted me to write about a hungry belly dancer. I'm curious what the opinion is on onomatopoeia in kink writing. I use it sometimes, but it's mostly in my older stuff.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65969032

This performance wouldn't be easy. The dancer fidgeted and adjusted her hair one final time.

*guuurrrrooolloorrroorrwaaarrrrrrr*

Her stomach grumbled softly reminding her just how long it had been since she last ate. She stared at her midsection as it sounded off. She was used to inspecting it constantly due to the importance of it in her performances. It had shrunk rather significantly recently. Running her hand along the dip the soft flesh gave little resistance. Under her palm the grumbles continued silently. Pausing for a moment she felt them. Her stomach was groaning steadily, clearly it was ready for a meal. Sighing her hand moved up her midsection tracing her ribs. This performance would burn precious calories she didn't have. But the pay would make up for it. At least she hoped.

She listened closely to the music just outside the quaint dressing room she was provided. It was almost time for her entrance. Hunger pangs prodded at her gut making her flinch. She debated chugging some water to try and fill the void in her core. But a particularly vivid memory of the last time she tried that made her decide against it. The way it would obnoxiously slosh around in her belly as she danced was somehow more embarrassing than outright growls. Not to mention how nauseating that sensation was. Even worse if it was cold. She shivered at the thought.

She took a few steps and looked into the mirror in her dressing room. Everything was in place, her outfit, accents, and makeup. She turned and arched her back giving her belly a few test rolls.

*gwaarrrrguuurrggooorrggggg*

It grumbled in return softly. Her motions disturbed the hollow organ further annoying it. Beneath the surface her stomach did a dance of its own. It shook before clenching, then it squelched as its harsh acids bubbled. She was already starving. After a full performance she was sure she would be on the ground exhausted with her stomach wailing.

The song came to a close as a very familiar one started. It was show time. Her hips swayed sensually side to side with the beat as she entered. The rest of her body followed suit in one continuous fluid motion. It was second nature to her at this point. Hours of practice accumulating to days on end of dancing. The downside to this expertise however was the ability for her mind to wander. For her to be even more aware of how hungry she was. She felt herself drooling slightly and the gnawing of hunger deep in her gut. Not missing a beat she continued despite the rising hunger. It was getting harder to ignore. The pangs approached their peak as the empty organ prepared its desperate cry.

*Guuuuu-GROOOOWWLGRRR....*

She stood stunned for a moment. The sound was clearly audible despite the noise in the room. She shook it off and continued with her routine ignoring the confused glances and whispers from the crowd. Hopefully they wouldn't see the slight trembling of her limbs as she pushed through the weakness that came along with an empty stomach. Not to mention the strand of saliva that refused to stop flowing as her body screamed at her to stop her dancing and eat.

Still she pressed on, despite the weakness and discomfort she felt lighter than air. Having nothing in her stomach more than compensated for the lethargy that plagued her limbs. The more she moved the more she grew accustomed to the strange feeling. She flexed and manipulated her midriff pushing the rising feelings of hunger along. The vibrations of the growls were a relief compared to the stabbing pangs of starvation.

As her first song came to a close she had a brief moment of respite as the next track began to fade in. It took all her willpower not to slap her stomach. To scold it for being so rebellious. At the very least she yearned to clutch it and double over. To press and massage loose difficult pangs and relieve her discomfort like she had during so many lonely, hungry nights.

Her next dance began at a much faster tempo. Her routine was to start quickly and get more intense before tapering off to her slow and methodical finish. For the next ten minutes she would perform a flurry of motions. Arms and hips flowing with the intense beat. All the while she worked more core. Expertly manipulating the muscles. She fluttered in multiple directions, twisted and arched. Sweat beaded on her exposed skin and her stomach ached with new found intensity. She was burning calories that she never took in. The mundane peckish gnawing was turning into a full blown gut ache. Between her ribs her stomach throbbed screaming at her that it was completely empty. Still she pressed on determined. This song was nearly at its end. Just the slow closer was all she had left.

Nearly out of breath and shaking she held steady trying to hide her exhaustion from the crowd. Disgruntled groans began thundering through her midsection. As she slowly moved and flexed her body, wailing cries escaped her core. Its volume was increasing. The more soft and subtle beat did little to cover the ravenous calls. She was struggling now. Every arch of her back, every bend of her knees was a struggle. It was as if all the energy left in her body was going to her stomach.

Finally this was the end. Just a few more flutters then she knelt down for the final pose. Her core was incredibly sore. Both from flexing and manipulation. But also the stabbing, burning hunger. Her middle was practically trembling with involuntary spasms in between her stomachs violent clenching.

The slow kneel she intended was more of a dramatic sweaty collapse as the fell rather than sunk to her knees. There was no hiding her heavy breathing any longer. She was completely exhausted. Even still hunger was rising inside of her. Between the bubbling of acid and twitching of her overworked abs pangs jabbed mercilessly. With a flinch she grabbed at her sunken core wrapping her arms around it. She trembled and exhaled a shaky breath as the hunger rose beyond what she thought was possible. The pangs before the peak throttled her midsection. She nearly fell over completely but was able to stay kneeling.

*GUUUGGGUUUOOOOORRRRRRRAAAAARRROOORRRAAARRROOOOOOWWWWWWLLLLLLL*

Her midriff howled out for all to hear. Her over taxed body fully revolted its treatment and called out in anger. The growl shook with great force; she swore it rattled her newly visible ribs. The endless noise echoed in her empty core droning on. Silence followed then a few awkward claps before one person started shouting very enthusiastically.....slowly she slinked off stage.

[sinfullapis]

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[sinfullapis]

chimera biology sure is interesting