#tummies

[just-a-pole-sir]

[eros-ghoulette]

I'd say this describes it pretty well

[incognitopolls]

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[softly-n-sweetly]

it's all "creampie" this, and "facial" that, but how about you cum on my tummy and then lick it up like a good boy, hm?

[fattonibabe]

I’m blue 🫐

[bigdumbtickler03]

Me in my head when I see a guy raise his arms and you can see a little bit of belly

[raspberrytums]

one of my personal favorite things is when someone wears a tight fitting dress and you can see the shape of their little tummy pressed against it. 🦋instant butterflies🦋

[alicethebard]

don't mind me just thinking about transfem tummies, little ones, soft ones, not so little ones, muscular ones, big ones even

<3 tummies <3

[y-so-hungry]

Hungry Beginnings

Summary: Y is watching a cooking show when his belly starts to rumble. This seems to excite him, and D begins to notice...

Notes: Hey everyone! This is a RP I did with someone, who wishes to remain anonymous, but was happy to share with you all our story! Hope you enjoy!

Tags: hunger kink, hand jobs, kink discovery, stomach growling, belly rubs, M/M

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Y sat on the couch next to D as he watched the show playing on their TV. It was some cooking show D had been into lately, and at first he hadn't been particularly interested, but as the hours passed he found himself more and more enticed by the dishes they were making. He absentmindedly picked at the chipped black nail polish on his right thumb as he stared at a chef piling a plate high with pasta. 

D, arm wrapped around Y's shoulder, felt a smile spread across his face as he watched his boyfriend become enticed with the show in front of them. He couldn't deny that the food looked delicious, and it had been a few hours since breakfast. Anyone would be taken in by such lovely looking pasta in a situation like that. "Careful you don't ruin your nails," D said, pointing a finger at Y's hand.

"Hm?" Y said absentmindedly. Eventually he glanced at his fingers and nodded before quickly turning back to the show. "Right." A peek of tongue slipped over his lips at the sight of the food and he tasted the metal of his lip ring.

The taste of it somehow made it worse, like there was something waiting for his tongue to taste, and his stomach suddenly rumbled quietly, sending color into his face immediately.

Curiously, D raised their brow. That sound definitely didn't come from the show; it sounded too close. Even if it did, why would it make Y blush like that? Unless...

"Did...you just fart?" D asked, arguably with less shame than he should have had.

Y laughed and shook his head, his face still a bit bright. "No it was my fuckin--" and just then his stomach growled again, rumbling loud enough to be properly heard this time. And felt actually; Y felt the sound curling through his abdomen, making his eyes go a little half-lidded, until it stopped and suddenly he felt bewildered, not entirely sure why he reacted in such a way. "...stomach," he finished.

D's eyes widened, and immediately slid down to Y's stomach. For someone who was never that large, Y was no stranger to a loud stomach; D could testify that from the past few dates they've been on. Though despite how hungry he was on those dates, he had never had such a...strong reaction before.

"Whoa..." sounded D, raising a finger to scratch the area around his nose ring. "You feeling okay, dude?"

"Oh yeah I'm fine just... Hungry," he says. Oddly just saying he's hungry seems to have an effect on him too, the color spreading to his ears. His face doesn't really look sheepish anymore, it's... Something else. His stomach gurgles again as more food is displayed on the screen, and he swallows.

D follow's Y's gaze and notices all the food on the screen. Dishes from steak to broth, even pies here and there; all of it looks delectable. Then a thought hits him, and it's enough to make him breathe a small laugh out of his nose. He turns to Y again. "Are you shy about being hungry? Dude, I've heard your stomach growl before, I swear it's not weird."

"No I'm not shy I just--" His stomach suddenly moans again and his head falls back slightly, eyes slipping shut. Fuck, why does this feel good? The way it's shifting his middle, the sound--it's nicer than Y ever realized. "J-Just didn't notice," he mutters, slightly breathlessly.        

The motion, the way Y's eyes delicately close, his breathy voice...it's enough to give D a sinking feeling in his own stomach, the kind that doesn't hurt but rather fills you with excitement. Even he feels a warmth spread across his cheeks. "Wow, um...I-I didn't realize that this show would get you so good," he chuckles awkwardly. He almost let slip an offer to give Y a hand job, but decided against it.

"Not sure it's the show, love," Y says with a small laugh. "My stomach... Feels really good for some reason. Being hungry. Not sure what the hell's goin' on to be honest." He does know for some reason that every time his stomach rumbles he seems to be getting harder. It won't be long before it's noticeable.

"Oh damn, it's your stomach that's turning you on?" D asks, cheeks still glowing but now filled with curiosity. This is so much more interesting than what's happening on TV. He even finds himself shifting over so he can get a closer look at Y's belly, gently placing a hand on top of it. "That's so weird...I mean, I've heard of dudes using vibrators to get off but using your own gut? That's kinda useful, huh?"

Y leans into D's touch, his stomach rumbling loudly under D's hand. There's a fluttering deep in his chest and suddenly he's significantly harder than he was before.

That's when he notices it. The just-about noticeable tent pitching in Y's pants. D can't deny the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat as he watches it grow and feels the rumbling in Y's stomach start to settle, nor can he deny the sudden switch up in his brain going from youthfully curious to...something a little more flirtatious.

"Maybe a little more than just useful..." he sing-songs, allowing his fingers to rub slow circles around Y's stomach. "How do you feel, babe?"

"I uh..." Y seems to have trouble answering as D begins to rub his stomach, the hunger increasing as he does so. "Good. Good I think just--just keep doing that. Fuck I'm starving..."

Something about the way he says that last part sends a chill up D's spine, and he starts rubbing faster than he intended. He bites his lower lip. "Damn, dude, I've seen you act adorable in bed before but this is something else...you look so dreamy..."

The sound from the TV draws his eyes again, and he notices that there's been a new round of food brought out. All of it looks just as good as the last, steam leaving the plates and fat glistening on every surface...if D watches any longer, even his stomach will start growling.

Y catches sight of that food and immediately his stomach starts grumbling against D's hand, incessantly. Moaning and begging for what's right in front of his eyes, desperate for anything to fill it. D can feel it shift and clench under his fingers, starved under his hand and Y squirms a bit, leaning more into his boyfriend's touch. "God, D, I'm so hungry..."

The littlest bit of sympathy fills D's chest, and he resumes the rubbing but is sure to be gentle this time. The sight of Y's red face makes his legs clench.

"I know babe, I know-" he softly kisses Y's cheek. "Your poor tummy's so loud...what does it feel like? When it growls?"

"It feels fuckin... Great, for some reason. That's weird as hell. Tight and pinched, and then it growls and suddenly feels better and worse at the same time. More empty, but that feels good too..."

"Huh..." D lets his eyes float to Y's stomach again, watching as it rises and falls with Y's breathing. "So it's like when you're usually hungry but amped up to eleven...damn, that honestly sounds pretty good."

Curiously, D looks down at his own stomach. It hasn't made any noise since he and Y started watching the show. A part of him wonders what it would feel like to be as hungry as Y is right now...

"Heh, guess it makes sense, haven't eaten all day really," Y mumbles. "Seeing at that food... I'm starved. And fucking horny, god." His stomach moans with hunger again, and he moans with it, arching his back into D's palm.         

D's breath catches in his throat. Even with Y's stomach growling as loud as it is, it doesn't compare to his desperate moaning. He's heard it so many times before, and yet now is when D feels his pants grow the tightest. "Fuck dude, you're killing me...do you want me to touch you, or something? You look so pent up..."

"Fuck at this point if you don't touch me I might die or something--"

D chuckles at that, and takes a deep breath as he lets his hand slide down Y's stomach and closer to his crotch. "Tell me if this gets weird, okay? I've never...masturbated someone over their own stomach before, so I don't know the whole schtick."

"This is completely new to me too, so I guess we're learning together," he says laughing a little breathlessly. When D touches him he immediately feels the pleasure increase tenfold, and he moans, his stomach growling even more. It's practically rippling D's hand, shaking it as he touches Y.

D's breath starts to quicken, his own hips jutting at the sight. He's never seen a stomach ripple before; he only thought that was a thing in cartoons. Seeing it happen in real life, accompanied by the sounds, and Y's face melting in pure ecstasy and pleasure, it makes him feel hot inside, like his chest could burst at any minute. "Fuck, babe, you sound so hungry. Anymore and I think you're gonna-"

He's cut off by the sudden jolt of Y's hips, and the near-whine that escapes his lips as the red in his cheeks flushes a brand new shade of red. D's hand feels warm. The entire room feels warm.

Y shudders as he finishes, slumping against the couch a bit as his stomach give a few smaller whines.

"Whoa..." D utters, practically dumbfounded. He removes his hand from Y's pants and immediately reaches for a tissue to wipe it with. "That was sooner than I expected. N-not that you're fast, or anything! I mean that...I didn't realize it felt that good for you..."

"Heh, sorry. I didn't know either. I can help you here in a second too, don't think I didn't notice that," Y says, glancing at D's crotch. "Just give me a second to get my fuckin... Brain in order again." 

D bobs his shoulders in a small laugh, tossing the tissue in the trashcan. "Hey man, if you wanna rest I can take care of it myself. Unless..."

His eyes wander to the TV again, spotting a new round of food brought to the tables and still looking as good as ever. He feels his mouth turn upwards in a smirk as his own stomach lets out a quiet rumble.

"...you wanna experiment a little?"

THE END

[just-a-pole-sir]

[eros-ghoulette]

i need more tummy content... Swummy, Aethers tummy, Copias tummy, Phantoms tummy, Omegas tummy, Mountains tummy (!).... just tummies...

[hungry-eel]

New Self indulgent OC!

Hello! I just created an oc that is a part of a series that I am currently creating but is also a huge self indulgent character as well, here's more about his character and personality:

Name: Sylvester

Gender: Male (he/him)

Species: Demigod

Weight: Varies

Hobbies: Eating, Work, reading

Pet Peeves: Going hungry

Abilities: telepathy, shapeshifting, universe jumping, charm.

Personally: Lax and easygoing, Sylvester lives with the simple pleasures of being able to eat as much as he likes. Food is so central to this man’s life that almost everything that he does is done to help satiate his gluttonous desires. If in any other sort of situation that doesn’t involve food he usually tries anything he can to keep his mind distracted such as reading, playing games, music, or doing anything related to work.

Other Facts ~

Working with his business partners Jacquline and Beou, Sylvester’s job specializes in detecting supernatural occurrences before they grow too dangerous.

Sylvester will not do anything for anyone unless if he is bribed with food in which if he is given a good enough bribe he is willing to change alliances with a drop of a hat.

Sylvester is powerful enough to destroy entire civilizations, but because he is so easygoing and lazy that he doesn’t bother doing so.

Sylvester is fairly good looking and he knows as such as he can easily charm and swoon people into getting free food out of them.

He is able to exist in almost any Universe/AU and is at least semi aware of all of them.

Because Sylvester eats an ungodly amount, he is consistently seen in different weights, a majority of the time he is seen fairly slim and regular weight, but at random moments you can see him with a bit of a gut or even overweight at times.

Sylvester hates going hungry to the point where if he is left without anything to eat for too long, he will grow into a more feral, animalistic, and ravenous state.

Here is all I have for now ^^ if anyone has any questions or ideas for scenarios feel free to ask!

[its-complicateed]

Boys with big, achy, full tummies

Reblog if you agree

[softly-n-sweetly]

i don't wanna go to work, i wanna kiss someone's soft tummy until they blush and hide their face

[cookiesuga55]

Royal Pet~

Corrupted royalty AU, where all the King's servants and slaves must be fat as signs of his wealth. If the King can even afford to overfeed his workers and slaves, then he must be rolling in riches and luxury while the rest of the kingdom struggles to put bread on the table.

The absolutely massive blob of a king, Jungkook, checks up on his slaves every month as they present themselves to his highness in the lavishly adorned royal court. He munches through a feast and nods in approval if they're round enough, or purses his lips and narrows his eyes if they don't meet his standards. And they're immediately taken out of the King's presence and whisked away for fattening.

Namjoon is a new slave in the castle and doesn't know that this is why everyone is so slow in completing their work. All of the servants and slaves are huffing and red-faced, struggling with all of the extra weight as they do the King's laundry and cook feasts for his majesty's royal belly.

Namjoon is confused as he's pulled out of his work and taken to the throne room one day. He's nervous to be in the King's presence, but he is even more frightened that his owner seems... incredibly displeased with him. Namjoon completes four times as much work as anyone else does! He should be rewarded for being a good servant! However, the King looks him up and down. He frowns deeply.

Namjoon is fearful that the massive King's displeasure will mean that he's sent away... or thrown into the dungeon... or worse. He drops to his knees and crawls towards the King, kissing at his feet and begging for mercy. He cries that he'll do anything the King wants of him.

Jungkook's frown turns into a pleasured smile at the cuteness of this new addition to his wealth. He's heard reports that Namjoon is a good slave. He works hard and eats all of his portions, even as they have slowly been doubled without the boy noticing. The King grins at the sobs of "I'll do anything, your majesty, anything!"

Jungkook is so endeared. He's been wanting a pet, and this sweet slave needs feeding up. He'll personally ensure that the cute, skinny little thing at his feet fattens into a nice, hearty size.

Little does Namjoon expect to be wrapped up in silk clothes, deposited in the huge King's lap, and adorned with leather clasped around his neck and a pretty diamond dangling on his collarbones. The collar leads to a leash that the King securely has tied to his immense throne, and Namjoon... is now supposed to stay here? With the King? He definitely is not worthy of that. But he'll do as he's ordered. Even if he doesn't really understand why he's now up on the immense throne with him and sinking into soft fat.

The King's daily feast is brought before him, and Namjoon's tummy growls at all of the delicious smells, but he tries to will it silent. He can't help but be hungry after a hard day of work! But Namjoon knows it's not his place. Once- whatever this is- is finished. He will go and eat his portion of cold chicken and rice with the other servants in the kitchens... right? He tries hard not to drool at the massive array of glistening food brought to Jungkook. Every dish sparkles like jewels resting on platters as they drip with sauces and fill the air with a heavenly aroma.

Namjoon finds a warm weight settled on his stomach and he peeks down. The King's hand is resting on his tummy as Namjoon sits in Jungkook's lap, still confused about his role here. All of the other slaves in the chamber are glaring at him with envy, and Namjoon doesn't know what he's done wrong... or right. The King eats his fill, and his massive gut swells around Namjoon, causing him to sink deeply into it as it engulfs him. Namjoon doesn't dare to move because he's a good slave who follows orders.

It's the next words that shock Namjoon into his jaw dropping open. "Eat up, little pet~" and his open mouth is being stuffed with delicious, tender meat and thick fluffy bread. He groans around the bite and obediently swallows it, dropping his lips open for more as a big spoonful of some thick, creamy stew is poured into him. He's confused about who is feeding him, because he's so far up from the other servants as he sits on the King's lap and the extravagant throne. Food keeps being shoveled into him and Namjoon devours each bite. Until a heavy, chubby hand pats Namjoon's belly in approval. He looks down, feeling slow and lazy from the delicious feast that he just kept eating and eating as it was put into his mouth.

His new silk tunic is pulled tightly over a bulge in his middle. His tummy is swollen, full to bursting from overeating. It starts aching and makes an angry gurgling noise from being fed too much of the rich banquet. He feels bloated and thick with greasy meat, buttery bread, and heavy creamed potatoes. The chubby hand adorned with the royal signet ring gently cups Namjoon's bulging belly. Namjoon's feast-bogged brain realizes that the King is the one rubbing his overfilled tummy. His cheeks heat up bright red, and he hiccups. A doting pat to his tummy releases a buildup of gas, and he burps, embarrassed immediately. A low, pleased sound rumbles right behind his ear and radiates through Namjoon's back. The King's hand presses in more firmly to Namjoon's distended belly and rubs slow, deep circles. It causes the dull throbbing ache to melt away into warm tingles of pleasure that fizzle inside of him. Namjoon whines softly as he dumbly watches his tummy receive rubs, blissfully unaware as the entire courtroom watches him.

"That's it, little pet~" the King pats his belly again, causing another belch to bubble up out of him. "That's my good boy. I'll have you fattened in no time~"