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the idea of boys getting off just by rubbing their big round pregnant bellies is soooo good

just a boy non stop desperately rapturously rubbing every inch of his enormous expanded fecund belly that he can reach, flushed and hot, breath heaving from just how huge and heavy he is, maybe even letting out a few breathy whimpers of 'oh god, my belly... so big... nnngh, i'm huge~', rubbing the giant planet of a belly like he just can't get enough of it, spreading his legs and grinding his sensitive tdick against his vast low underbelly like an animal in heat, his shaky breathy whimpers turning into full, loud, guttural moans of pleasure that rise up from deep and low in his womb as if he's in labor, so loud that it's obvious to everyone that he's cumming just from the sensation of his gigantic hefty fertile pregnant gut

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Story about what happened to me the other night, feature some tummy stuffing, and mild copro stuff, thought some of you might like it

So like a night or so ago I got real blazed just because I'm chillin and because I'm usually a smoker frI went to go out this cream on my lip piercings (i have angel fangs) because they were starting to get irritated. I got the stuff from my bestfriend that she got prescribed for her ear piercings, she left it at mine and said I could keep it because her piercings are fine now.

So a night or so a goI put it on and got an icecream and chilled. Because I am dumb, stupid and high I got anxious that it was toxic and when I was eating the icecream I was ingesting small parts of it from my lips. I researched online and there was no information about this cream whatsoever?!! Barely info on the individual ingredients or anything! So because I got anxious my chest got tight and I thought I was gonna die 💀😭 so I called the POISON HOTLINE BLAZED AF like

"I'm dying!! :(("

and the woman was really lovely she kinda laughed at me and was like "oh it's okay you're alright your chest tightness and shortness of breath is just anxiety :) the cream you may have ingested may cause upset the digestive system, that's all"

I thanked her and hung up embarrassed af. So I then thought about what she said and kept it in mind. I applied a little more of the stuff to my lips and casually helped myself to another icecream

I was so full from a large pizza, a bunch of chocolate the I ate, and now my two ice creams. I typically don't eat much during the day, and I have a very slim figure, so my stomach was painfully tight, my abdomen a bulging dome

20 minutes later it started to kick in. My tummy gurgled and I could feel my insides churning it's contents. I clutched my stomach, curling and groaning as my intestines worked.

After a little, that's when I felt the urge to go. My tummy was so painfully swollen that it hurt to move. I moved one of my hands from my belly and used it to plug my hole. I massaged my belly, biting my shirt as I fought to keep the slop inside me. I couldn't get up- it hurt too much, I didn't want to mess my bed.

My tummy was making it impossible to hold on as its rumbles convulsed my intestines, sloshing the fluid in my hole.

I clenched and cried but it was no use as I couldn't hold it back, letting out a guttural moan as it all was purged from my system. Experiencing a great deal of food slopping in chunks from my hole was so exhausting that all I remember is pushing out the final thick load onto my mattress as I passed out.

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Belly check

I am now on day 7 of constipation.

My lower belly is so tight and heavy but now I'm starting to feel the urge to go. I'm holding it as long as possible so when I do go, it'll be easier

My tummy is bubbly and super active/vocal right now

Here's what my belly looks like rn:

Here's an update of what's in my tummy right now.

3 steaks

1 pot of mashed potato

15 cups of coffee

1 bag of frozen berries

One bowl of Alfredo's pasta

10 cups of tea

12 bags of popcorn

2 cake shakes

1 bottle of sprite

2 bottles of cola

Half a bannana

10 mentos

15 laxatives

2 cups of cooking oil

5 big macs

2 large chips

3 milkshakes (drank another one successfully)

3 bags of sugar free gummies

2 fibre one bars

One bottle of prune juice

3 teaspoons of castor oil

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You lean in towards their pale, strained face, and close your eyes. Their lips are tense and their motions anxious when you slowly come to meet them; they try to relax and breathe into you, but their body is too anxious, and you simply caress their unusually dry lips with yours as you keep pressing yourself closer to their body. ”It’s okay, [Name]. You did really well”, you try to soothe them. They open their lips to let your tongue in, which you readily proceed to do. The inside of their mouth is moist in acidic saliva.

They tense up for a moment and swallow, forcefully, while your tongue keeps exploring them. Your right hand is still softly stroking their tight, full tummy, and sickened heat radiates through their skin and against your palm – their body feels so good. Almost instinctively your hand moves lower again. You can’t help but feel almost sad that you fed them this much, because you doubt there’s enough time anymore to flip them on their stomach and fuck them. They groan into your mouth a bit before you lay the hand to rest on the bed again.

”It’ll feel okay soon. Your tummy will handle it just fine”, you exit the kiss for a second to whisper to them. Before you return to kiss them you take another look at their face: their skin is so green, and you swear you can see one or two sweat droplets running down their forehead.

”I- I feel sick-”, their shaky, weak voice speaks, but you hush them: ”I know, baby. Don’t worry”. Your lips meet once again and they kiss you back a little harder this time – they want it too even though they’re so indisposed. You become more intense, more relentless, and your lips dance over their mouth almost fiercely. They’re still so very gentle, and their mouth is so wet and dreamy, you can’t help it. You’ve never had them like this. All of a sudden they let out a little burp into your mouth; their movements come to a halt. They seem to recover from it quickly enough, but right as you feel them continuing to kiss you again they moan, loud and pained, and pulls away. 

”Are you okay?” you inquire them softly, as their face turns away from you. They don’t respond. Their hand flies over their mouth and they burp again, and before they have the chance to stop it, a sickening wet ”Hhblluuurrrbh!” emits from them as a wave of barely digested cake pours all over themself. 

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Troubled Sea

You lay on your Back on the bed. Your tummy is Kind of unsettled but Not enough to have you throw Up. But it feels sloshy, Kind of too full and Just Overall uncomfortable.

I Crawl between your legs, my face already tells you that i'm Up to No good but your curious so you don't Stop me. Once i'm in between your legs i sit Back on Mine and with a lopsided grin Put my hands on your tummy. Feeling it Bubble underneath my Fingers.

You've let me Push and massage your stomach, even Gag you in the past but lately i've Had a new Fantasy.

I don't wanna Put any pressure on your tummy i wanna jiggle it. Jiggling the Offending contents Out of you.

So i slowly let my hands follow the outline of your slightly swollen Belly until they meet again underneath, Kind of Holding it's weight.

Smiling even more mishievous i start to jiggle it.

At First it just feels odd to you but soon you feel Like there's A whole sea inside you rolling Back and forth inside of you in uncomfortable waves.

I keep the unsettling Motion going and you start to Feel the First traces of nausea.

I have no Intention of stopping enjoying watching your ever changing Expression way to much.

As the sea inside of you Starts to get even more violent the First deep but airy burps come Up, soon turning Into Gags.

By now the jiggling seems to Vibrate through your whole Body, the Gags are coming way more frequent now and you feel incredibly sick.

Soon after you have to swallow the First wave Back down, you feel it crashing Back Into the unsettled sea inside your tummy. Just the thought of this sends you gagging again.

Meanwhile my eyes are following your every move, i notice how you've gone pale and started swallowing convulsively, your hands helplessly grabbing the bedding. So Desperate.

I keep jiggling your bloated pouch waiting for you to finally lose it.

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Imagine...

Your naked partner has stuffed themselves to the max, and then kept going. Their stomach is hugely distended, swollen to the point of agony. But they keep going. You can hear the heaviness and pain in each swallow as their stomach is completely packed and food is beginning to back up into their throat. You seat yourself so they’re between your legs as you wrap you arms around their swollen midriff, light touches and strokes only. No pressure at all. You want to see how much they can force in, how far they can go before their body gives up.

They pause for a moment, cake midway to their mouths. You feel the ripple of stomach muscles clenching beneath your palm as they snap their mouth shut and hold back a gag. You lightly stroke their tummy and lean in closer, putting your head into the crook of their neck so you can whisper loving praise and soothing reassurances as they battle to keep the food in them a little longer. Their stomach clenches again and they let out another gag followed by an awfully wet burp. Another hard clench constricts their stomach and they pitch forward, still clamping their mouth closed but unable to control the involuntary movement as their body tries to get into prime puking position. You hear the silenced wretch in their throat, deep and wet. They finally drop the cakes slice and slam their hand against their mouth, but another wretch has undigested food and saliva spilling out between their fingers and onto the floor.

“Okay darling, it’s okay, you did so good. Let it out. I’m here.” You soothe them as they finally let go, torrents of undigested food projectile from their mouths, splattering the floor as you gently rub circles on their tummy, wanting to soothe the gut wrenching constriction of their severely bloated tummy. It was like rock beneath your palm, completely and utterly solid. No give, not even the slightest squish to it, just completely solid distended stomach against your hand. You feel your arousal come on hard and fast, and know that despite the vomiting and obvious discomfort, your partner is surely as, if not more so, aroused as you.

There is a small break in the vomiting, and you guide your partner to the bathroom, one hand round their waist and on their tummy at all times. By the time they make it in front of the toilet their stomach is already clenching, still so stuffed with food. Your partner whines, leaning over the toilet, one hand supporting them whilst the other finds its way on top of your spare hand. They guide your hand between their legs, their touch eager, clearly desperate for sexual release. You respond with gentle yet firm touches, then lean your hips into them as they lean over the toilet sickly. You grind against them, pushing your crotch against their ass hard. They groan in pleasure but it’s stifled quickly by a wet belch and a sickly trickle of vomit running into the toilet. Your hand on their stomach can feel the torment beneath it. Their stomach is bubbling angrily, muscle spasms constantly threatening to take over and expel the contents.

More sickly burps, small amounts of saliva and minimal puke follow over the next few minutes. You continue to touch your partner and grind against them, pleased by the wetness you’re both creating and feeling. They turn their head and look pleadingly into your eyes.

“Help me. Help my tummy. Please make me feel better.” They whine seductively.

You lower your pants, and bend your partner so they’re leaning over the toilet. You insert into them slowly, gentle not to hurt them or their distended belly. Then you slowly grind yourself into them. You use your hand on their stomach to begin massaging harder, pushing into the solid mass of their stomach. They gag hard, small amounts of chunky vomit splattering into the bowl. But you keep going, moving your hips faster and you insert yourself deeper inside them. Then you clench your hand into a fist, and with a slow yet strong motion, push into their sickly swollen tummy. The response in instant. Vomit cascades out of their mouths, splashing forcefully into the bowl time after time. Their wretches bringing up vomit in time with the deep thrusting of your hips and pulsating of your penis. Pushing and kneading, massaging and caressing. You move with each other, basing your movements on the reaction of your partners turmoiled tum. And as the wretches grow less productive, they let out a groan that only comes with climax. The noise is all you need to allow yourself to join them, cum forcefully ejecting itself inside their already aching and full insides. As the pleasure washes through you your knees grow weak and you lower each other to the ground, bathing in the intense relief orgasm has bought you both. You snuggle into them, hands back on their tummy, still solid and severely upset. They are not done, and neither are you. You both enjoy your reprieve and begin readying yourself for round two.

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It really depends. Although... it's been a rough 12 hours. After my 5th bathroom visit, it was just gas left and I wanted to torment my belly some more. So I chugged like almost a L of milk (I think?) And then had a large coffee milkshake (sorta like an iced coffee) with I think 4 or 5 doses of laxatives. I finished the milkshake about 30 minutes ago. What would you do with me?

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(Kinkiest answer possible please?)

What would I do with you? Hmmm….

For one, you’d be banned from the bathroom.

That’s right. Locked out. For a minimum of a few hours, but ideally the whole night. I’d force you to keep it in as long as possible. How? By keeping you in my lap, my hands moving from your chaotic belly to you your tender tummy, everything hard to the touch and so sensitive that my warm hands ignite gurgles and movement from your insides. You don’t want to get sick on top of me….I don’t like mess, baby.

We’d have a movie marathon (that neither of us would really watch), so I could watch your whole middle grow larger and rounder, feeling the slop move around you. I’d put a bucket next to the couch/bed. You’re only sign of relief, but I’d also bring snacks, mostly for me, but also to make your guts feel worse.

Your burps and desperate gas would get worse, and, humiliated, your face would be buried in my neck, whimpering endlessly as that coffee milkshake drives itself through you, meeting the laxatives with painful, sick pops and gurgles.

And yes, if you’d let me, I’d keep you plugged tight. Easier for you to hold, and easier for your gut to grow remarkably huge. But within a few hours you’d be begging desperately for me to unlock the bathroom and let you take the plug out. If you’re lucky, I’d agree. But only if you’re lucky…. I really just want to watch you squirm and listen to you moan in tummy pain, sweetheart. Wanna watch you hug the bucket when it really becomes your only option for relief.

I’d definitely do more…whatever kinky stuff you’d like, really

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Here's a tummy ache scenario for ya...

A and B both enjoy belly aches and the things that come with that, much like you and me. So one day, they decide to have a competition. They will eat the same amount of gummy bears (somewhere between 30 and 40) and have to hold it as long as they can because the person who can hold it in the longest wins. And the winner gets full control of the losers belly for 24 hours.

Considering how many gummies you’ve eaten in the last 24 hours I think you would beat me in a heartbeat (or maybe not considering it’s consequences 😉)

Before starting, A and B get into their loosest, comfiest, dirtiest clothes to prepare for the day’s events. Towels are washed and sheets are prepped for re-lining the bed, just in case.

They start in the morning, already confirming they’ll have nowhere to be for the next two days. A, being a bigger glutton for extreme belly aches and torment, finishes the bag before B can get down 10; B’s stomach has turned on a gas faucet and bubbles are starting to float and pop all over the top like foam. B, trying to hide their rapidly growing discomfort, watches the movie the pair put on in stoic silence. From the corner of their eye, they can see A peering at their middle.

“I can see your stomach pushing against your sweater. Your silence is fooling no one, babe,” A pries playfully, poking roughly into B’s stomach.

“Hey, don’t cheat,” B whines, gently pushing A’s hand away.

A rolls their eyes and curls into B’s side to lovingly rub the top of their stomach. “Fine, fine, I’ll be nice. If you finish your bag.”

“That’s mean,” B jokes, stuffing another handful in their mouth. Mid chew they start complaining. “Swallowing hurts my stomach,” while guiding A’s hand over the bloated top of their abdomen, dramatically sighing for effect.

“Rules are rules,” A stands their ground and adds their other hand to B’s tummy for rubs of encouragement. B moans softly as rumbles erupt from their stomach, soon they start forcing up burps to relieve the growing pressure, but with A’s hands on their middle they keep eating until their bag is finally gone.

“Happy?” B rolls their eyes and adds their own hands to their belly, which already feels like it’s filling with air and is beginning to round like an inflating rubber ball.

“Very,” A kisses B’s cheek and puts their head on their shoulder, cuddling into the blanket to finish the movie. A’s tiny middle is slowly beginning to fill with gas, but they’re willing to ignore the tightening feeling in their guts to tease B, who’s got a much lower tolerance for sugar free sweets.

As the day progresses and morning turns to afternoon, B remains uncomfortably round, tight, and nauseous. “I feel like you made me pour a packet of yeast down my throat.”

A begins asking B to get things from around the apartment just to watch them get up and cradle their gut while they walked. The bottom of their sweater is riding up so A can see the bottom of B’s belly—bloated and strained with gummy sludge. On one such errand (getting a water from the fridge because the one on the end table was warm), just as B opens the fridge and bends over to get A their beloved water, B feels their belly drop as a gurgles rips from their belly button to the bottom of their belly. All A hears is B moan quietly from their spot in the kitchen.

Obviously curious, A gets up to check on B. A’s own middle is 2x its usual size, but all their feeling are some tight, strained gurgles. They’ll be in the bathroom at some point, but not anytime soon. A reaches the kitchen, their hands teasingly placed on the sides of their tummy to extenuate their bloat, and asks sweetly, “need any help?”

“Not unless you’ve got any pepto,” B mumbles, closing the fridge and handing A the water.

“What?” A takes the drink, their fingers lingers on B’s. A heard B loud and clear.

“Oh hush,” B sighs, embracing A’s bloated tum, pushing their middles together, popping a series of small bubbles B can feel all too much, making him burp sickly. “I don’t feel good.”

“Oh?” A’s eyebrows raise in concern, but their eyes twinkle. “How long have you been—“

“Two hours,” B moans, placing A’s hands on their underbelly. B blushes, embarrassed. “You’re gonna win…”

A giggles sweetly, rubbing B’s slop filled belly firmly, eliciting even more whimpers and desperate moans from B. A watches as B’s thighs clench together, relishing in the look on B’s face as they feel a slippery gurgle slide across the hand placed on B’s guts. “Yeah.” A kisses the top of Bs tummy. “You need to go, don’t you?”

“So bad,” B’s whole face goes crimson as they whimper.

“And you can’t hold it anymore?”

“Please,” B begs. “I really can’t.” A warm, sick cramp rushes through B’s belly and they desperately clutch and lean into the counter top. “Oh g-god…I need to go now!”

B sends A a pleading look, understanding the consequences of their actions but desperately not wanting to make a mess in the kitchen. A steps aside and B rushes to the bathroom, clutching their belly and stripping their clothing as they go. By the time B reaches the bathroom, they’re naked and groaning, slamming the door shut before A can follow them inside. But that doesn’t stop A from sitting outside the door, listening for nearly a half hour while B moans and swears as their belly gets sick from the candy.

The 24 hours might have to come from you ;)))

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✨Gassy fatty✨

This is what happens when my baby comes to town🩵

CW: Farts

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Laios feeding vines done right ‼️😤

See full drawing on my twitter!

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Who’s gonna make me this gassy again? 🤭😮‍💨

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Urgh... well after 17 long hours... I think that I can finally say my gut is slowly starting to calm down.

So here's what happened:

45 mins in: I was starting to bloat but no pain

1 hour, 45 mins: starting to get gassy

2 hours, 15 mins: overfull feeling but no ache

3 hours: nauseous

3 hours, 30 mine: starting to get some gurgling

4 hours, 45 mins: tum starting to hurt, farts are wet

5 hours, 10 mins: cramping + mild pressure

6 hours: need to find a bathroom

6 hours, 10 mins: threw up the first tine

6 hours, 15 mins: first bathroom trip

10 hours: belly settled enough to go to bed

17 hours, 30 mins: last bathroom trip

Photos under the cut

45 mins

1 hr, 45

2 hr, 15

3 hrs

3 hrs, 30

4 hrs, 45

5 hrs, 10

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6 hrs, 10

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Don't you love it when your tummy rumbles, so you let out a fart...but then it turns into a shart...and then it turns into a dump, and then it turns into a blowout...right in the middle of arby's over the course of a continuous accident over like two minutes and you're asked to leave sorry if that's too specific but i have a new vendetta against arby's

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Just wanna cuddle and maybe do other things😏 with a tall, chubby, gassy guy after he eats unwittingly eats trigger foods for dinner. Idk maybe it's garlic or dairy or something.

He's oh so shy about all those loud, deep, bubbly, farts but really can't help it.

The little suppressed moans and pretending to be okay at first

Cushions just vibrating beneath us every time he lets go 😶

The gas bubbles in his tummy rolling under my palms as I try to help.

-"Ugh, babe, I'm sorry, I don't feel so good right now."

-"It's okay baby, let me help."

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You're so cute!! What an adorable little pup!💖 Oh I'd just LOVE to tape that mutt butt of yours into a cute diaper and fill your food bowl with food that'll set your tummy off real well💞

Watching you scarf it down, hearing your tummy start to gurgle only halfway through, hear you wimper as you let out smelly farts as your finishing up, oh it'd be wonderful! You know you just ruined your stomach, you know you're gonna poop real soon, you know youre a pathetic stinky gassy puppy but you did it anyway :3

Tempted even to tie your leash off to a piece of furniture and watch you squirm and wiggle, trying not to acknowledge the storm brewing in your belly. The gas coming out of your butt is rancid at this point! Long, loud, wet farts threatening to give way to the mess you're trying so pathetically to hold!❤️❤️ But you're dumb puppy brain can only handle so much, eventually you just want relief. You've surrendered any and all dignity af this point. Squating down, realeasing a smelly mudslide into the seat of your cute little diaper💖💙 Your not even worries about how much you've degraded yourself! You just act off of your pup thoughts! You want tasty treats even though they do this to you, youll dump in diapers to get any kind of relief, it's so pathetic and so adorable! <3 I think you've even earned the right to get cleaned up after this display💖

Good puppy!💞

(uhm wow this kinda got away from me your blog is very inspiring I hope u enjoy! PLS have a wonderful day!)

i can't believe i never posted this because i get off to it sooo often ig i was gatekeeping. the word "muslide" just gets me going... and the thought of being a fat little pup who just eats trigger foods from a food bowl and pumps messes into my diaper all day makes me sssso squirmy...