#if you ever see anything that looks like me 👉👈 feel free to send an ask with a limk

[buxomgirlie]

I've never seen someone who looks like me in porn and its so annoying because I want to see what I'd look like being fucked

[growsagain]

Before you follow or message me (updated Mar ‘24)

💙 Tummy kink blog (no minors) run by a gaining 40-something, bi, demisexual, transmasc feedee belly model who’s played a stomach fetish character called Gurgle Goddess for the past ten years 🍟🍔

💜 👉 Looking for feeders! 👈 Gaining is my serious focus right now!  SW: 6 stone (84lb/38kg) ✨ CW: 17 stone (238lb/107.9kg) ✨ GW: 300lb (21.4 stone/136kg)

🩷 My health limits the amount I can work. Updating Patreon is my priority but I share samples, preview pics and bonus clips on social media as much as I’m able!

🤍 SORRY, I DON’T DM! Especially not if you just send ‘hi’ or ‘hey’. Anything else, I’ll maybe check once in a blue moon and ask you to send me an ask or an email instead!

🩵 My posts are often filtered by tumblr so feel free to check my blog occasionally for the things you may have missed!

Before you message me:

Gurgle Goddess is just a character I play - I’m a real person (hi! 🤗) go here if you want to send asks for me to answer in character: @ggmorereal and here where I’m just being myself: @imthemiddleman

‼️ NO TRIBUTES ‼️ Enjoy my content however you like! I just don’t wanna see or hear about it!

🔸Please Don’t:🔸 Flirt, use familiar, cute or feminine nicknames or terms, or talk about touching/doing things to any part of my body, that makes me really uncomfortable

✨💛 Happily taken 💛✨ very devoted to my lovely partner Luce! 🥰 💍 been together over 10 years 🥰

Please don’t send pics/vids - I really appreciate the thought! It just makes me uncomfortable, I’m sorry! the only tummy I’m into is my lovely partner’s 🥵 and a possible exception of maybe two fictional characters (yeah, you know who one of those is 😑😑😑)

I’d rather be complimented than teased/degraded - I’m proud of my body, belly & gains 🩵 I only like the other stuff from Luce 😈

Sorry, I don’t IM, but I love asks!!! especially anons I can post 🤗

Sorry, I can’t do small talk! I’m autistic, exhausted and extremely socially awkward, I’m always happy to answer questions in asks but that’s about my limit 🤯

🩷 My favourite parts of the kink (in current approx order!):

Weight gain (not into unrealistic or excessive/immobility)

Burping

Stuffing/Bloating/Overeating

Strongfat

Belly noises

Digestion

Upset tummy

Internal Gas

Object vore (marbles etc)

💜 Lesser parts of my kink (often only of interest in specific circumstances):

Hiccups

Hunger noises (I HATE being hungry so growls are way less exciting to me but are more interesting now I’m fatter and they give my greed away so much more than they used to 🤫!)

Stretch marks

Full bladder/desperation

Pregnancy/mpreg

🖤 On Hold: Farting

Please leave farts WELL alone right now. in addition to the severe health issues that make this impossible rn the way some members of the community have bombarded me about this over the years have at this point destroyed the tiny part of it I found enjoyable. If I‘m ever to enjoy this in *any* way again or have any inclination to make fart content in future it’s really important that I find my *own* way into enjoying this again to even a small degree. Time and space are the best way for that to happen - thank you for understanding 💕

🩶 Personally not into:

Being hungry/starving

Inflation

Vore

Farts (right now)

💔 Turn-Offs:

Vomiting (actually phobic, can only tolerate in written form)

Scat

More extreme farting stuff (face sitting etc, big turn off)

Unrealistic weight gain/eating

💚 And if anyone’s interested, here are some of my Non Belly kinks:

Mind control

Intox

False memory

Embarrassment/humiliation

Drag (obviously :P)

Body transformation? I mean, weight gain comes under that umbrella too obvs but things like (not extreme) muscle building, body mods, other body changes

I also have a lot of non-con/survival kinks that serve as trauma processing.

Romance/yearning/jealousy/tragic love (I have issues ok??? :P T has done a number on my emotions!!!) (and yes it is a kink, as i’ve come to resentfully admit, much to my chagrin and Lucy’s amusement!!! 😫😅)

Captain Jack fucking Harkness 😑😑😑 I think he counts 😫

Aside from belly stuff I’m total fandom trash, talk to me about Torchwood and I’m putty in your hands :P

[secretwhumplair]

I know the newest chapter should have me feeling for Orafin (yay he has a name) but I can’t help but feel for Elgar because I know he’s hungry too, but he just watched Orafin eat his meal and he didn’t get anything. I can believe he would be so frightened and believing that he won’t be getting anything in a timely manner or may be forced to eat Orafin’s scraps as Orafin was forced to eat his. And Orafin cleans the whole bowl and leaves nothing for Elgar. He’s already worried he will simply belong to a new master, and now knowing his companion is royalty, I’m sure he’s thinking that new master will be Orafin. In his mind, perhaps he is believing he will be treated as Orafin was treated. Anyways please give Elgar food please. It is also an opportunity for angst. Does Elgar not understand refeeding syndrome and so not know why Orafin was given a small portion? Would he try to feed Orafin his food for that reason? Would he try to wait to eat any food he is given until Elgar is given an opportunity to eat first in deference to hierarchy? Will he wait to eat until Orafin gives him permission? So much to think about.

Also, as an origin question, how long has Elgar been enslaved? If he has never even belonged to himself, there probably wouldn’t be anything for him to go back to. And as part of his healing process, he will have to learn to take care of himself as an adult. Who did their master acquire first, Orafin or Elgar? I presume Orafin, but I’m curious. I would love to know what the dynamic looked like when it was just one slave with their master rather than two who try and take care of eachother.

I also have to assume that Orafin knows Elgar was sexually abused, but did he ever see or hear it happen and was he subjected to it himself? For the latter, I can easily see that as something that would be an especial point of pain. Is Elgar going to need to get a fantasy universe STI test?

Also for lore, does Ochuria have slavery? I understand Elgar probably wouldn’t know either way and would likely assume it does, but what is the truth?

Anyways thank you for entertaining all my questions.

I reread the chapter and now see that Elgar did in fact get a bowl of soup (sorry I can’t read). So ignore the parts of my ask related to that concept 🙈

Sorry, I won't because I love your points and I think even now that both of them have been given (a little) food there's still potential for LOTS of angst there. Months of hunger won't be just washed away by a single meal, and yeah, Elgar is extremely unsure what the future may bring, especially for him. Will they continue to be fed? Who knows not Elgar! He is also so so worried about behaving (or in fact having already behaved) incorrectly re: their respective status and that can for sure play into it. And yeah he doesn't really know about refeeding syndrome (and Tarrev was still speaking Ochurian when he explained himself to Orafin--yay language barrier lol) so that's a matter of concern too.

Elgar hasn't been enslaved his whole life but he is so far out of his depth right now he might as well have been for all he knows how to act. And on the other hand he doesn't really think he's "free" anyway. He was enslaved longer than Orafin in total but the master they fled from got Orafin first, that's right!

As for the sexual abuse... I may have a little something that I'll post to my NSFW blog shortly 👉👈 If you don't want to directly read explicit stuff, feel free to shoot me another ask though!

Lorewise, I haven't considered this part in detail, but I think slavery is pretty commonplace in this world, though the different countries may have different laws regarding the treatment/acquistion/etc. of slaves.

Thank YOU for sending all these questions and comments! I love seeing them <3 genuinely looking forward to them!

[justtuesdays]

meet the bombshells: beach hut confessions

thank you to everyone who submitted questions. seriously, didn’t think so many of you were eager to meet these bombshells. and by all means, feel free to continue sending them in, all six of them are open to answering your most probing questions.

🎇[ part i ]🎇[ part ii ]🎇[ part iii ]🎇

confessions below for ig, tandy & marco! you can find their interview here!

@dragonfly1399 asks: Hiii! Um. So, um, a question for IG 👉👈 will he, um… will he teach me how to play cello? Please? It’s a big dream of mine🥺 I’ll be a good student, I promise! *wink wink*

IG: (whistles) “I always did want to do some tutoring. (wiggles his eyebrows suggestively) If I’m still available after this stint, I’ll drop by. Just drop your info in my DMs.” (Marcos chuckles, Tandy shakes her head) “What? You do realize the odds of us all staying in the villa are about—“ (counts with his fingers)

M: “You’re actually doing the maths for this? (shakes his head) The best odds is if two of us stays. (IG sighs) Or something like that, anyways.”

T: “Anyways— cellist really? You’re whole vibe says indie rock, what’s that about? (Marco nods, IG opens his mouth to speak) And better not be a sob story please, we’ve already gone over our odds.”

IG: “I had a knack for it as a kid and people said I could make a decent living off of it. So I did. No sob story here.” (Marco bursts out laughing)

@richdesire says: hiiii marco *waves flirtatiously* tell me about your favorite places to go on a date? what qualities do you look for in a partner? have you ever been stood up or stood someone else up? i noticed you have a lot of tattoos, which is your most meaningful? can you step on me pls?

IG: (cackles) “Holy shit! That’s a lot of questions for you, pretty boy. I bet Tandy and I can answer a few for you.” (Marco raises a brow)

T: “I bet we could. Hmm, seeing that Marco here has never technically been on an date, I bet they’d say— (clears their throat, semi-italian accent) Ay, somewhere private, just the two of us, private chef…”

M: “It’s all in the tongue, (Tandy practices a bit) yeah, there you got it. And honestly, going out maybe trying one of those DIY classes together. I rather have something to converse about other than our jobs. (IG agrees) Qualities in a partner, well patience is one, someone I can hold a conversation with is two. Besides that, I’m not really sure.”

IG: “You want someone to vibe with, nothing wrong with that, boyyo.” (puts an arm around Marco)

M: “I stood up a crowd at a pub. It wasn’t intentional or anything, I was awful sick.” (Tandy cringes) “Yeah, I haven’t eaten pancakes since. About the tattoos, most are tokens for special moments. I’ve got one for the first mixtape I made, another one for my first gig, one for my best mate Hanni…the others are random shit Hanni and my mates thought were cool.”

T: “Is this unicorn one of them?” (Marco smirks)

IG: “You got a unicorn? Let me see!”

M: “Oh, and the thing about stepping on you. If it’s alright with you, I rather we just exchange numbers.”

@/anon says: What do you guys think about MC’s and their ex in the villa, together?

T: “It’s a bunch of rubbish. They’re basically living in Suresh’s shadow. It’s f***ing ridiculous. Like give them a break. So they were ready to propose, really scary shit. Get over yourselves.”

IG: “It’s bound to be awkward for anyone trying to go after either one of them, but if you’re gonna let the ex get in the way, why are you even here? Shoot your shot or get out of my way. I had hope for Finny boy, but he was just all talk.” (Marco nods)

M: “Why sweat it? He doesn’t even have the balls to actually apologize. All MC wants is a someone reliable, who can take things as they come. And I’ve got a feeling we’re doing a lot better than everyone else in that villa right now.”

@/anon says: If you guys had the choice to couple up with someone, who would it be?

IG: "Before the last episode, I’d have said Finn or MC. Now, it’s just MC."

T: "A bit controversial, but Dana. Maybe, MC, but I need to see whether they’re into their ex or not."

M: "Don’t know— I want to say MC. But, if things had to go in a different direction, Kat. No I’m not explaining what I mean by different direction."

stay tuned for more beach hut confessions for and feel free to once again, submit your asks to the bombshells. either way, i'm putting them in the hot seat.

[cloudystevie]

like what about something about a huge age gap with chris evans (like idk him being 20 years older than you 👉👈)

okie i hope you don’t mind that i changed the reader to be 21 just because i feel like if she was 19 dating him that would kinda problematic anjsjsj.

warnings: big age gap (18 years), nsfw below the cut

in most age gap relationships there’s always a huge power dynamic issue

but in all honesty chris loved being older than you because he really enjoyed “taking care” of you

he knew that you were a grown adult, but he really loved holding you in his arms and listening to you talk about things you were passionate about

he never tried anything or even implied anything sexual at all too

but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to a more lustful road

it’s not your fault after all, a girl’s got needs

and when you’re spending so much time with a man who looks like that and is funny

you might’ve ruined a few panties over your time together

after another day spent in ruined panties, you told chris that you wanted to do more with him

at first he didn’t quite get what you meant, but as he noticed your hips bucking against his, he got the idea

he was a bit hesitant at first because he didn’t want you to think he was taking advantage of you, he told you you didn’t have to do this if you thought he needed it

but you assured him that you had thought about it for a little bit now and you wanted to be with him

since then your sex life had been amazing

chris was everything you ever wanted. attentive and caring, and very quickly his dominant side came out in the bedroom as well

a couple months later it was summertime and your apartment complex had no ac

chris told you to just come stay with him so of course you accepted, but you got a little bit lonely because chris was a busy man

one morning he was re-filling his mug of coffee and looked up when he heard dodger’s feet scurrying to the stairs

he saw you and instantly smiled as bright as the boston sun and he made his way over to you, “good morning princess, you sleep okay?” he brought you into his arms and gave you a sweet good morning kiss

you hummed into his mouth, and he pulled you by the hand towards the kitchen, you could see all of his back muscles through his stupidly tight t-shirt and you had to will yourself to not start drooling

“i know you said we ran out of your favourite coffee, and i’m sorry i couldn’t run to the store to grab some so i hope it’s fine that i ordered it?”

you were too busy looking at his rippling muscles to even acknowledge the thoughtful gesture

he turned around confused and then the ghost of a smirk on his face as he saw you looking at his back and biceps, “see something you like princess?”

heat rushed to your face as you forced yourself to snap out of it

you sputtered trying to explain yourself because you just looked like a complete dumbass

chris chuckled at your frantic behaviour, “it’s okay princess, i know i’ve been depriving my pretty girl for too long.”

he picked you up and placed you on the kitchen island, watching cockily as you gasped at his brute strength

you fisted his shirt in your hands as you whined needily

he cooed at you, making your face warm up but still send heat to your core

bucking your hips against his you were begging him to touch you and grant you some sort of relief

and christopher was always weak when it came to you

“i got you princess shh, look at me while i touch you”

you whimpered as his thick fingers slid over your folds, finally touching you

he flipped your skirt up and moved your panties to side as he started rubbing your clit with his thumb, thrusting a single finger into your tight hole

you gasped as your legs jerked around his waist

“please please please”

chris looked at your desperate stare and more blood kept rushing to his cock. at this point he was straight up throbbing

he added another finger and he began pounding your poor pussy harder, bringing his free hand up and wrapping it around your throat, not tight but firm

your eyes rolled back as you brought your hands up to clutch at his wrist and forearm

“come on, cum for me princess, be a good girl.”

you wouldn’t have lasted that long anyways

you came violently around his fingers, clenching him like a vice as he tried to hold back his groans at your grip

he cooed and praised you all throughout your high, and when it finally subsided he let go of your throat and moved to take off his pants

you bit your lip and giggled, finally getting the release you had been craving so badly

he held you by the back of your neck as he thrust himself into you smoothly

he let his head fall back as you moaned at the sweet burn

he began thrusting into you, but he wasn’t being sweet about it

he was fucking you like a slut, how you deserved to be fucked

your orgasm washed over you like a wave, it hit you out of nowhere and there was nothing you could have done to stop it

he brought his thumb to your clit and began rubbing tight circles again, watching your reaction

as you let yourself fall apart in front of him

you urged him cum, knowing he was trying his best to hold it

he brought your lips to his in a hungry dirty kiss

when you pulled away you were breathless and he was moaning

“cum inside me please. i want your cum so bad sir.”

fuck, he expected you to call him daddy, but sir? that was new

your foreheads were touching as he released his warm cum into your pussy moaning your name out loud

he held you close as he rode out his high, watching you for any signs or discomfort or pain

your giggly smile and bright eyes were telling a different story though

he leaned in to give you a sweet kiss, one that was meaningful, and you could feel his love for you

you pouted as you looked over at your iced coffee turned warm watered down liquid

“my coffee” you had a tiny pout in your voice

“i’ll get you another one, now come on let’s get you cleaned up”

this took me so long to write im so sorry, i had 15 ideas so i hope this was okay!!

[workofthediesel]

C-Could you maybe perhaps spare a crumb of Rusted Brakes for us starved fans please? 🥺👉👈 love your work <3

fic requests are open! send me an ask!

CB was sulking. He had been all afternoon, ever since Rusty had pulled him off Greaseball, kicking and screaming and trying to land a few well-aimed scratches.

It was a nasty fight, though thankfully one-sided. Whatever CB was mad about, Greaseball didn’t seem to be sharing the same feelings. He wasn’t at CB’s throat the way that CB was at his. Rusty couldn’t help but be grateful for that—CB would have been pulverized in any real fight with Greaseball. Even as it was, with Greaseball not throwing any punches and mostly just trying to keep CB at arm’s length, CB was still walking away with a fair set of bruises.

Rusty had no idea what had set CB off. He’d asked Greaseball when he was trying to break up the fight, but Greaseball was just as clueless as he was. “We were just talking,” he’d said, still trying to fend off CB’s attacks, “just joking around. Then out of nowhere, he just…” He gestured to the way CB was struggling in Rusty’s hold, practically foaming at the mouth as he tried to break free.

Rusty had taken CB home after that. Since he didn’t know what had happened to cause all of this, Rusty had no way of resolving it, so he figured the next best course of action would be to remove CB from the situation entirely.

So now, here they were. As soon as they got home, Rusty had sat CB down so he could take a look at his bruises, and CB hadn’t moved since. Rusty had left him alone for a while, hoping that his mood would start to fix itself as more and more time passed since whatever it was that had upset him. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be happening. CB was still slumped on the couch, arms crossed and glaring at the floor.

Rusty sighed quietly. Even if his mood hadn’t lifted, maybe it had been enough time for CB to be a little more willing to talk about it. It was worth a shot, anyway.

Gingerly, Rusty sat down next to CB. He had to suppress a wince of disappointment when CB remained sitting stiffly in his own seat. On any other day, Rusty sitting down next to him would have immediately resulted in CB half on top of him, throwing an arm around his shoulders or crossing his legs over Rusty’s lap. The fact that he was doing none of those things now was slightly concerning. If he didn’t even want to touch Rusty, it was probably unlikely that he’d feel like talking.

Still, Rusty at least had to try. “CB,” he started softly.

CB turned his head away, still pouting.

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Rusty said. He reached over to lay a hand on CB’s knee. He would have preferred to take one of CB’s hands into his, but with the way CB’s arms were still crossed tightly over his chest, he didn’t see how that was possible. “I only want to help.”

CB huffed, but he didn’t shake off Rusty’s hand. Rusty decided to count that as a small victory.

Since things were, at the very least, not blowing up in his face, Rusty pressed on. “Tell me what it is that’s got you so upset.”

CB didn’t say anything, but he did start shifting minutely on the couch. It was a clear sign that Rusty was making progress. He waited a few seconds, and when CB still didn’t speak, he continued, “I just want to help you feel better. I hate seeing you so upset. But there’s nothing I can do if I don’t know what happened.”

CB shifted silently for another moment, his lips pursed like he’d just tasted something sour. But Rusty was nothing if not patient, and after the silence had stretched on for another minute, CB finally answered. “He was making fun of you.”

It took a second for his words to make sense. “Who, Greaseball?”

CB nodded.

“Oh, CB. I don’t care about that.”

CB whipped his head back around, looking Rusty in the eyes for the first time since he’d brought him home. His eyes were burning with indignation and offense. “But he was making fun of you,” he repeated himself, adding more emphasis this time.

Rusty shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me what Greaseball thinks of me,” he said. It was true that, at one point, he’d been very concerned about proving himself and standing up against Greaseball’s bullying, but ever since the championship, he didn’t care so much about everyone else’s opinions on him. He was confident in himself, and if someone else thought that he was weaker or less important than the other engines in the yard, it was easy enough to brush their opinions off, because Rusty knew they were wrong. Besides, it didn’t hurt that Greaseball’s bullying had morphed into something a little more akin to teasing. It had lost a lot of the mean-spiritedness, so even Greaseball doing his absolute worst came across as more funny than hostile.

CB shook his head, like Rusty wasn’t understanding what he was saying. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but ultimately, whatever argument he was trying to make died on his tongue.

Rusty took his hand off of CB’s leg, instead sliding his arm around CB’s shoulders and pulling him close against his side. CB came willingly, tucking his head against Rusty’s neck.

“I appreciate you trying to defend me,” Rusty told him, “but, really, I don’t need it. It doesn’t bother me if someone else thinks something bad about me, and it shouldn’t bother you, either.”

“But it’s not true,” CB whined.

“I know,” Rusty said, “and that’s why you shouldn’t care. What does it matter if someone else is wrong about me? I’ve got more important things to worry about.”

“But..” CB said, though he didn’t finish the thought.

Rusty gave CB’s shoulders a reassuring squeeze, like a sort of half hug. “Really, CB. It’s okay. Besides, Greaseball’s your friend, isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” CB said, but it sounded like a reluctant admission.

“I don’t want you fighting with a friend because of me.”

CB didn’t respond to that. Rusty couldn’t see his face from this angle, but he was fairly sure he was pouting. But even if he was, he wasn’t outright denying Rusty’s request.

“So it’s settled then?” Rusty said after a few moments of silence. “No more fighting over me. If someone says something, you’re just going to ignore it, yeah?”

After another few moments without CB saying anything, he sighed. “Is that really what you want?”

Rusty couldn’t help but smile a little. This is where he knew he had him. For as stubborn as CB could be, he had a hard time saying no to things that really mattered to Rusty. “Yes, it is.”

Any remaining fight drained out of CB at that. “Fine,” he grumbled, sagging bonelessly into Rusty’s side.

Rusty had to tighten his hold to keep CB from completely collapsing, but he doubted that CB minded. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of CB’s head to show his appreciation for his cooperation, and he knew from the way CB nuzzled into his neck that, even without words, the message was received.