She ghosts her fingers along the stripe of soft, dimpled underbelly escaping his shirt. Her nails brush the sensitive skin there oh-so-gently, teasingly delicate.

His abdomen clenches involuntarily at the sensation, but his belly aches. He’s full to bursting with decadent treats and rich wine. Moaning in pain, forced to suck in his taut stomach, he wonders if he’s finally about to pop.

And yet, he opens his mouth as she presents him with his next bite.

Obedient.

Greedy.

Spoiled. 

He fights to swallow, and whines as it hits his stomach. He’s not sure if he imagines himself expanding just that much more. His mouths falls open, sipping air into compressed lungs. 

She rewards him with kisses trailing down his throat and gentle hands soothing his belly.

“One more bite,” she murmurs. “One more, and then I’ll take such good care of you.”

He’s poised to be fed before her hand is even off him. 

“That’s my good boy.”

I feel like I’ve never truly eaten to the point of a genuine stomachache. I want to be uncomfortably full, belly distended and rock solid, able to clearly feel and hear every gurgle ripple through my tummy. I want to feel as burdened with the weight of my stomach as it feels with the sheer quantity of food I’ve crammed inside it, not even able to walk without a hand to steady it. I want to be pinned down by its weight and size, every heaving breath causing my taut skin to ache even more, where rubbing my swollen middle gives only minimal comfort and therefore must be a constant motion. I want to struggle to find relief in deep burps and half-whining moans of pain, chiding myself partially in regret, partially in triumph for the gluttony I’ve subjected my body to.

the people have spoken & I felt like drawing damien outgrowing his band shirts

He may have gotten a tad bit carried away... 😳 The next batch of pages from "Dirty Bulk"-

omg ok another thing that turns me on a lot– the way boys stand/look when they’re just too full. the way their belly is so full it arches their back a little… there’s no way he could ever hide or suck in his tummy in this state, and he has to awkwardly shift his weight trying to ease the painful cramps/pressure. he might struggle to keep his hands off of his stuffed belly. beneath his clothes, his stomach juts out from beneath his ribs and curves down into his pelvic area, swollen and tight. the waistband of his pants has probably been pushed down or unbuttoned to accommodate such a big swollen stomach. his breaths might be slightly more labored, he’s slow and sleepy, and he has a warm blush across his cute face… ugh so prettyyyy

in no way is this a new idea but I’m so obsessed with the idea of werewolf eating a huge amount while in their wolf form and then turning back but what they ATE obviously doesn’t change so their stomach is just wildly distended and they’re like !!!! so dazed and in pain but also so satisfyingly tight and uhhhhh ermmmm

yall really seemed to like my lil slime gal 😳 heres some more info and doodles about her! taking name suggestions as well

New character.... A voracious and shady Frenchman who seduces people, but often comes off as a pretentious prick

couple people requested to see me draw beloved Peter B Parker :) 🕷️

Dozing off with a stuffed gut (vore alt)

Comfort Food

I’m thinking about a cozy stuffing with the richest, warmest, most comforting food in existence: a heaping bowl of pasta. A character has had a rough day, so when they finally have the evening to unwind and marathon their favorite show, they make it extra special by whipping up/ordering a family-sized pasta dish that’s absolutely drowning in a thick, creamy sauce. When they finally recline on the sofa and rest the warm bowl on the crest of their hungry belly, they’re already in a glazed over state of bliss. The show they’re watching is interesting enough to keep them glued while shoveling oversized forkfuls of pasta down their gullet, spraying flecks of sauce as they noisily slurp it up.

The first several mouthfuls of pasta settle delightfully in their tummy, washing away the troubles of the day. The sauce is so rich it catches in their throat, occasionally making them lightly cough to clear their palate. Incidentally, during one of said coughs, they notice the hefty weight deep in their belly. They look down in surprise to see a noticeable bump just under their breast, sloping gently toward their bellybutton. Lightly pressing their fingers against the bump jostles the digesting noodles, prompting a soft burp. A bout of action on the tv screen retracts their attention, and well…the still-warm bowl on their lap is wafting pleasantly spiced aromas past the gurgling mound in their belly and up to their nose. Their fork goes back to dutifully twirling, each mouthful delivering a hefty addition to the pasta already sitting in their belly like concrete.

To no one’s surprise, the bowl winds up empty and the belly ends up a heaving bowling ball atop a now moaning character. The show continues in the background, but the character is slumped into their cushions with their head tilted back, mouth hanging open to help get extra oxygen into a body that feels like it’s 99% composed of pasta. At that angle, their heavy, swollen stomach feels like it’s pressing against their lungs, stretching the skin of their abdomen uncomfortably. One hand is cradling their jutting-out underbelly, the other massaging the overstuffed organ while it gurgles away, emitting strained, shifting bubbles that they can feel under their fingers. Through throaty, gargling belches, they can feel the heat from their engorged stomach spreading deep into their body, extending down into their pants, only making them moan louder with each euphorically painful cramp. It feels like they filled their digestive system with wet sand, every labored breath urging up more gurgles and burps as their guts try to find space for the slop invading every nook and cranny.

The evening, starting out warm and comfortable, quickly evolved into a hot, sweaty, belch-filled night that can end in any way you can imagine.

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Woke up this morning thinking about a fast food stuffing lineup: drive around, get a nice big meal from every fast food place in town, gather them all together, and see how much you can eat in one sitting. Obviously all of it would end up in one huge aching belly.

Taking care of business

That ghost be working overtime!

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Imagining someone living in a state of almost permanent fullness… eating pretty much constantly and only stopping when they can’t get another bite in. As soon as the fullness subsides a little, though, they go back to shoveling food in.