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I wish- like- all video games had the characters stomach growl when their hunger bar got low, but I can’t explain why I’d want that to any normal people

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Tummy’s so growly it feels like I have a built in vibrator

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I don't often make posts like these, but I was just fired from my job today, and that was my only source of income.

It's been really hard even with a job to meet my daily needs, as prices of everything have been steadily increasing. Losing my job in the middle of all that was just the icing on the cake. 🙃

So until I find a steady job, I'm doing emergency commissions for $5 off ❤️

Full Body Sketch: $15

Full Body Lineart: $20

Full Body Flat Colors: $35

Full Body Shading + Rendering: $45

Donations are also greatly appreciated, too, if you can spare. 🙏

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Road Raging Stomach (Part 2)

(Part 1 can be found here)

Citrus beamed, her face lighting up as she asked for another request. "Mind reclining your seat a bit, then?"

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Sweetpants got over their shame briefly to bite back at Citrus, a shaky smile etched on their lips. They do as they were told, slowly reclining the chair so they're at a comfortable laying position.

"Maybe a little too much, but I like to see you embarrassed like this." She retorted, and started pulling up Sweetpants's shirt, revealing more of their belly and their tanned chest.

"Mm, sure…" They're still embarrassed about their loud stomach, but that initial feeling of shame is replaced with more of a… tender feeling.

'UUURRRRRLLLLRRRLRLRRRRRGGRRR!!'

As tender as they could feel with peals of hunger tearing through their stomch in frustration, anyway. Sweetpants instinctively reached down to rub their stomach, but Citrus pushed their palm away and consoled their stomach instead.

"Aww, poor thing… it's okay, your owner here's going to get you some food, okay? We're just waiting for this stupid traffic to pass." Citrus pushed her digits into Sweetpants's tummy, feeling the fat envelop on her fingertips. Their stomach whined in reply, gnawing at her fingers whilst the owner looked away in cringe.

'Goodness, kill me already…' They hid their face with a palm.

Citrus pressed her hand more deeply, making both Sweetpants's stomach and themselves groan in tandem.

"Heard your owner's going to make some delicious dinner. What's that one food they always like to make… some fried rice with omelette and anchovies, and to top it all off, some nice and refreshing chocolate strawberry milkshake." Even Citrus began to salivate, daydreaming about the vivid image she painted of food. "Mmm, anytime they ate at work, it always makes me peckish too…"

'grrgrrgrgrGGRRGOORPGORRPGORRPGLOORRPP—rrrRRRRGGGLLllglglglglgl…'

The tease had worked wonders for Citrus, eliciting a long, deep, painful sounding gurgle from Sweetpants's belly, furious that she is depicting images of food that isn't in their stomach, protesting at the empty space and the stomach muscles all gnashing and grinding on each other.

"I know, I know, you must be frustrated. It doesn't help that your owner's a really good cook." Citrus placed her head on their stomach, feeling it flex a little and pushing her back… before Sweetpants let go and relaxed their body.

"Mmm, I'm still up here, you know…" They slurped up the excess amounts of saliva that had accumulated in their mouth, and licked their chops slowly, enough to make Citrus shiver. "You're lucky I'm not used to it, or I'd be making you swoon with how much you're into this."

"Like you're not one to talk. I bet you're enjoying this deep down, are you not?" She retorted, and she makes a point. Throughout all the praise of Sweetpants being a great cook and the affirmations to their wailing merfolk of a stomach, they have been enjoying this.

"…fine. Well, since I am enjoying this…" Sweetpants takes a moment to swallow back the cringe that's burning red hot on their face and focus on the white hot pangs stewing in their belly. "…let's make the most of it."

Citrus feels Sweetpants's hand pressing her head further into their belly, covering her other ear and leaving her deaf to the rest of the world except for the sounds of their famished stomach slowly building up a nasty pang, wrangling up a storm in there.

"You know, for all that you say about my food, I think my poor, aching stomach is actually begging for you." Sweetpants teased, making Citrus flush slowly.

"Is this like… that one kink you talked about?" Citrus tried to gain back the upper ground of the power dynamic.

"Eh, not quite." They continued speaking in a casual manner, before grinning deviously and twirling a strand of Citrus's hair with their fingers, slowly accumulating it. "I can't help but notice your shampoo has a rather strong smell. Citrus, is it not? No wonder you got that name, eheh. How can I not be so hungry during work when all I can smell with you is some… delicious food…"

Pulling her hair strand closer to their face, Sweetpants sniffed her hair slowly until their lungs are full, taking in all the scent. Their stomach immediately cramps up even more, and snapped at all the denial. Citrus could hear and feel a monstrous, almost disgustingly visceral 'SQUELLLLLLLLLLL~...' that feels like molasses being pumped into her ears, sticky and viscous, before their belly erupts with what can only be described as a primordial cacophony of guttural desperation.

'GGGGGGGWWWWWUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuyuyyyuuuyuyuuuooOOOOOOOOORRRRRRBBBBBBBLBLBLblblblbllrrrglglgl…'

"Mm, hear that… my stomach's dying for you~…" Sweetpants said another tease as the cherry on top, giggling as they can see Citrus just as red as they were back when their stomach ratted their hunger out for the first time. How funny that the tables changed just like that…

She had a look of concern on her face. Sure, their stomach was fascinating enough to tease her coworker, but that growl sounded deep and long enough to be painful, coming quite deep enough from their belly to genuinely sound like a warble from the abyss. "I… we really need to make you in. That wasn't…"

"Sounded like a dragon's rage, hm?" Sweetpants had their curled fist placed under their chin, looking down at Citrus like they're royalty. "Well, I'd be lying if I said my stomach hasn't sounded this loud before. It's just… a vocal complainer, heh…"

Citrus giggled, but her tone remained cautious. "But I'm serious though, you really need to eat."

As if to remind them, the car behind them honked again, cursing at the coupling coworkers for stalling. Looking forward, they can see the traffic finally letting up, the cars moving at a more steady pace and the congestion removed. Sweetpants thanked the heavens above, and inclined their seat back to how it was before driving forward. They both couldn't wait for their feast, and perhaps Citrus had something instilled in her…

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Feedees who get really sleepy after eating a big meal are the cutest. Feeling safe to fall asleep on me while I rub your full tummy and play with your hair? Yes please 💖

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letting go

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ngl one of my favourite feedism tropes is someone who has been uptight and denied themselves pleasure their entire life finally trying good food and finding out that they really like it and then just going crazy until they're utterly stuffed. and maybe they're a bit embarrassed about it too but also they really want to do it again. someone finally letting themselves enjoy food after a lifetime of self-denial and immediately going overboard with it is really cute and hot i like it a lot

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*sensually, with sexual intent* are you hungry

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Really in love with stuffing a character who is NOT used to being full in any capacity

Whether that's because they intentionally refuse to indulge, or they simply haven't ever gotten the chance to.

Now here they are, breathing shallowly so as to not agitate their stomach, looking down at themselves in awe (and maybe a little horror.) They've never felt so... big, for lack of a better term. And yeah, it's not exactly an impressive size difference in the grand scheme of things - but are you seeing this shit!? They had no idea it could stretch that far!!!

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Idea: Kestryn eats food that was meant for his target, who he either killed earlier or is about to in a few short moments.

i mean. it ain't like anyone else is gonna eat it-

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getting turned on by your own art is amazing and fun and certainly an accomplishment in some sense, but it's also uhhhhhh the worst and a HUGE inconvenience. because how can I finish when I need to finish yaknowwhatimean...

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i forgor i had this in the drafts lmao. is it ooc? prolly. do i give a fuck? no lol

Intermission

CW: hunger

Characters: T.fp S.oundwave, unnamed human

S.oundwave's been stuck at his station for too long. He's a little hungry and a bit lonely, so why not kill two birds with one stone?

The human had been pinged by the D.ecepticon Communications Officer to report to his station. A tag at the end of the message read in large, bold letters: ASAP. They jogged into the empty room save for the single figure standing at the main console. "Hey, is everything alright? I got your message," they began, coming to a stop a ways away from the titan.

S.oundwave was the only reason the human was still alive and roaming freely of the warship. Perhaps it was his strong protective and strangely parental urges, but the attack drone had somehow become attached to the small creature. He was a metal titan among this planet of delicate life forms, and it made his spark sing with the drive to care for the one human before him. Any other D.ecepticon would have squashed them on sight, let alone never even step foot on the Nemesis. The duo's odd bond had strengthened, each one vowing to care for the other.

S.oundwave turned from his post towards the human. The mech's lack of a face and his silent nature made him appear cold and blank to others, but the human noted the slight lift in his shoulder plating and the tilt in his helm. A smile graced their lips seeing S.oundwave so elated to see them. He knelt down before them to get closer, his engines purring quietly.

"I take it there's no real emergency?" the human inquired with a chuckle. "Did you just miss me?" The hunch in S.oundwave's posture suggested there was a reason, though he was more than pleased with the human's company. "So, what's up? I'm not sure if there's much I can do for the D.ecepticon cause."

S.oundwave paused for a moment, choosing his next move carefully. He seemed… embarrassed, with the way his servos slightly retracted closer to his chassis and his shoulders tensed. After taking a few seconds to think, he tapped a slender digit against his abdominal protomesh.

"Is something wrong with your mesh? I can get the medic if you need a cut welded shut," the human offered, though they tilted their head in slight confusion as S.oundwave shook his helm. He tapped his mesh once again, more insistently this time. "Is it something to do with your internal systems? A wire loose only I can reach?"

Close, but not quite. S.oundwave's engine revved in a frustrated, almost pleading manner. Perhaps his vow of silence had its downsides… Then again, he never thought in his millenia of living that he'd ever bother communicating with creatures without the ability to read an EM field. He took another moment to think, then he perked up as he found an answer. The gesture was painfully human, and the human understood immediately.

"Oh! You're hungry! You're hungry, right?" they asked, a hint of excitement in their tone for figuring out the issue. S.oundwave had his servo rubbing over his belly in a silent request for fuel. He nodded eagerly, his biolights pulsing. The human tilted their head to the other side. "But you know where the mess hall is. Why do you need me down here?"

S.oundwave shrank down on himself, suddenly appearing very sheepish. With a slow, hesitant servo, he lightly took the human's hand and leaned his frame over them. He pressed their palm against the smooth expanse of his stomach, a soft, begging purr rumbling in his chassis. The human couldn't help but giggle at his obvious request.

"Aww, you want some of my famous belly rubs?" At S.oundwave's purring growing louder, they giggled again and pressed both hands against the mech's stomach. He all but melted against them, his chassis pressed against the floor with his stomach trapping the human underneath him. "Shift not over yet?" S.oundwave's engine whined pathetically, earning a soft chuckle and a pat to his belly. "I see, so you can't leave to go refuel right now."

As if on cue, S.oundwave's stomach gurgled against the human. They cooed and rubbed tender circles over the protomesh. "Aww, your poor tummy feels so empty. Does my favourite mech need me to rub his tummy to make him feel better~?"

S.oundwave wasted no time rolling over onto his back. He lightly scooped up the human into his servos, earning a playful laugh, and gently squished them against his stomach. The human giggled and continued rubbing the mech's midriff. "Okay! Okay! I'll rub your belly! So needy," they lightly teased. S.oundwave didn't pay the jibe any mind. In fact, his purring only grew louder.

He kept his servos around the human, pressing them against his empty stomach. His tank rumbled underneath them and practically shook his entire core. The mech whimpered quietly and tilted his helm towards the human. Even with his blank visor, he looked pitifully desperate for relief.

"Woah! That was a big rumble!" the human noted. Their hands worked to knead the rippling protomesh, working out any aches they came across. "You're really hungry, huh?"

S.oundwave all but sank into the floor as the human's small, warm hands wandered all over his midriff. The mech's helm lolled onto the floor with his limbs sprawled out around him. Slender servos gently petted the human on the head and along their back in silent encouragement to continue the administrations. The human giggled and pressed down right under S.oundwave's chassis, eliciting a watery gurgle.

"How about I rub your tummy while you work? I don't want you getting in trouble for slacking off." It was rare enough for S.oundwave to get into any sort of trouble considering his status as the D.ecepticon warlord's unspoken "favourite" mech, the most being a light chide, though it wasn't a risk the human was willing to take. It was already a miracle that no one had walked in on the duo on the floor, the third in command on his back and having his belly rubbed.

At the human's proposal, an emoticon flashed on S.oundwave's visor of an angry face. They laughed and patted the exposed protomesh. "Don't start pouting. It's only until your shift is over," they assured him while their hands kneaded the mech's stomach. "Once you're off the clock you can go refuel. Then we can go back to your quarters, relax, and have all the tummy rubs you want. Sound good?" S.oundwave purred and arched his spinal strut into the human's hands. After a moment's thought, he gave a single nod and pushed himself up off the floor. He still held the human close and practically squished them against his belly as he returned to his work station. They didn't mind at all.

S.oundwave continued to work diligently, as did the human. They were quick to soothe every gurgle and rumble churning the D.ecepticon's tank. He purred as he finished up his shift with the promised rubs over his soon-to-be stuffed belly in the back of his processor.

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thinking... about... um

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Somebody feed him :c

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i love it when hungry bellies do the thing. they go grrrrrroooowwwwwlll and it makes my brain light up

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Full Tummy reveals are perhaps a weakness of mine

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Little bat boy who eats a whole mango and is too full to fly

Little bee boy who gorges himself with honey and is too full to fly