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interests/boundaries [more info here]:
🍕 YES: bloating, stuffing, belly inflation
🫄 SOMETIMES: preg, mild weight gain
🚫 Please don't send me anything sexual, personal experiences, etc
I don't keep close track of who interacts with me, though if I happen to catch anybody questionable I block them. That being said, in place of a DNI, this blog gladly welcomes trans people of all types, and all those identities people love to scrutinize--mspec lesbians/gays, xenogenders, aspecs, etc.
If I say or share anything that suggests otherwise, or is misinformation, or AI, or anything generally sketchy, PLEASE tell me I promise it's not on purpose and I want to know
THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY KINK BLOG. If your're under 18, or if you're one of those non-kink belly blogs that doesn't allow horny interaction, this is not the blog for you to follow
OC list under cut:
Each character's tag is linked in their name. Some of them have no posts as I haven't yet used them here. Any characters not listed here should be considered inactive, although I may add/remove characters over time
🌟Stars next to characters I currently prefer for prompts & ask games, although I'll answer for any unless otherwise specified
🫄For characters I'm willing to get pregnant (or revisit their historical years-ago pregnant selves)
❌For characters I don't prefer to do tummy stuff to (they're more Supporting Characters who are present on the blog) although I'm not completely opposed to inflicting my kinks upon them
This friend group
🌟🫄 Sunny Carluccio - 25, 5'2, he/him. Actor & waiter.
❌Laurie Fenstermacher - 28, 5'7, she/her. Actor & bartender.
🌟 Gray Romero - 30, 6'3, he/him. Actor & gas station attendant.
Wendy Haywood - 32, 5'3, she/her. Director.
❌Carrie Sanchez Aguilar - 27, 5'3, any pronouns.
Dave Backer - 26, 5'8, he/him. Special effects artist.
🌟 Jan Gryszkiewicz - 20s, 5'9, he/they. Actor.
🌟 Dan Audre - 20s, 5'1, she/they. Works at a roller skating rink.
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perhaps watermelon, pump, or belt buckle pretty please 👀👀
yay thankyouuu i made this one evil💖 although i dont think i did justice to the image in my brain
[rapid belly inflation/expansion, threat of bursting]
"So this thing's been tested?"
"Any time I've dissolved one, it's expanded into a pretty reasonable volume."
"I just swallow it like a pill?"
"Yup!"
Ben turned the shiny pink pill over in his fingers, then, with a nod of approval from his friend, he tossed it into his mouth and chased it with a sip of water.
"Tell me what you're feeling, alright?"
"It's tingly," he said. The first thing he noticed was a bubbly, fizzy feeling tickling the walls of his stomach, the start of a reaction which would--hopefully--result in the equivalent of a full nutritious meal filling him up.
"It might make you feel like you need to burp, but try to keep it in," she instructed. "It seems like it comes together best if it doesn't lose any of the gas."
Ben nodded, though it quickly became apparent that this wouldn't be an easy task. Bubbles were filling up his stomach more than anything else, and it badly wanted to release them. Obediently, though, he held it in, belly grumbling at the effervescent chaos.
"It should get reabsorbed soon," the scientist assured him, noticing his discomfort as the bloating began to intensify. "Right now, it's releasing the coating that keeps it all contained, and then all that gas and stuff is gonna help the inside of it do its thing."
"Good, because it's getting really tight," said Ben with a wince, cautiously holding his belly, which was beginning to puff out considerably.
Sure enough, the rumbling and bubbling began to slow, and the feeling of needing to burp began to dissipate, but the bloating did not. Instead, as the pill's contents finally began to swell to fill in the space, his belly began to bulge even farther.
"I feel really full," he said nervously, looking down at his rounded belly. He could feel it expanding under his hands, pushing out from his skinny torso into a very visible curve.
"That's interesting," said the scientist, brow furrowed. "It shouldn't be that effective yet."
Realizing things were not going entirely as expected, Ben suddenly felt very anxious. His stomach was filling up rapidly and uncontrollably from the inside, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. On top of that, the waist of his pants was quickly growing uncomfortably snug--especially the star-shaped belt buckle, whose top point was beginning to press into his tightening skin.
"Ugh, my belt," he groaned, reaching down to try and remove it. To his surprise, he couldn't. His still-swelling belly had filled out the belt completely, pulling it so tight that he couldn't get enough slack to unbuckle it. He tried to inch it down lower on his waist, to no avail.
The scientist watched with growing panic. Ben's stomach didn't just look bloated. It looked alarmingly distended, and his face, stricken with discomfort-turned-pain and worry-turned-fear, said everything she needed to know. The pill was still expanding, his belly gurgling and his belt creaking, his shirt beginning to ride up to expose a sliver of drum-tight skin. And the belt buckle, which she hadn't noticed until it was too late, was pressing dangerously into it like a needle into a balloon.
"I'm too full," Ben moaned, his trembling hands alternating between fumbling with the belt and clutching his belly helplessly.
"Lay down," urged the scientist, helping him ease back onto the table. His belly stuck straight up, too tight and solid to be affected by gravity. Frantically, she tried to unbuckle his belt, every desperate attempt to squeeze it in enough to release it drawing a pained moan out of her friend. She glanced up and saw with alarm that his shallow belly button, exposed by his ridden-up shirt, was protruding from the immense pressure behind it.
"I'm gonna explode," he cried, grabbing his belly as though his hands could possibly hold it together.
"Hang on," yelled the scientist, trying unsuccessfully to hold the buckle away from his tightly-stretched skin. His upper belly bulged dangerously, but it was clear that if she didn't get that sharp point away from him, it would burst him like a balloon before they even had a chance to settle his stomach. Looking around, she spotted a pair of scissors and rushed to grab them.
"Don't move," she ordered. Ben, who had been squirming in pain and panic, gripped the edges of the table and did his best to hold still as she forced the scissors around his belt. Cutting it loose was no easy task, though, and he went on blowing up as she struggled to work at the thick leather. Her hand pressed into his bulging side as she tried to get some leverage. It felt rock-solid, with no give at all left to it. Glancing up from the scissors, she was horrified to see that his shirt had ridden up all the way to his chest, his stomach jutting out sharply beneath his ribcage and trembling with each quick, shallow breath. His skin looked like it had been rapidly stretched over a basketball. His sides stuck out like a goat's, and his belly button had popped out completely.
Desperately, she cut and sawed at the belt with all her might, acutely aware of the fact that his swelling belly was pushing harder and harder into that deadly point. Finally, through sheer determination, she got through, and the belt, which had been stretched as tightly as Ben's stomach, snapped away, leaving a dark, angry indentation where the point had been pressed into him. She finished the job by unbuttoning his pants, and the fly burst wide open.
Only a few moments later, the bloating finally stopped, but she firmly believed that if she hadn't removed the belt in that moment, it would have been too late. Ben, aware that the immediate dangers had ceased at last, lay limp on the table, trying unsuccessfully to catch his breath, each inhale aching sharply as his belly strained to stretch further. The scientist placed a cautious hand atop his belly. It was rock hard, not a millimeter of give to it, and she realized that if the bloating hadn't stopped when it did, the belt would only have doomed him a moment early; he almost certainly would have burst with just a hair more pressure. The meal replacement pill project, she decided, slumping to the floor to catch her own breath, would not continue.
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One More silly little prompt thing for my esteemed colleague this one is pretty much just hunger
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"Pleeeease?"
"Shoo, fly."
"Please, Laurie, I'm starvin', you gotta gimme a taste, please?"
"You are not sticking your grubby little hairy-ass fingers in my batter."
"How 'bout a spoon, can I have a spoonful?"
Without a word, Laurie took a big wooden spoon from the jar on the counter. Sunny watched, eyes wide, practically drooling, as she slowly, carefully dipped it into the bowl. When she handed it to him, there was a tiny brown droplet about a millimeter in diameter on the tip of the spoon. He stared up at her, puppy-eyed, then glumly took it. His belly rumbled longingly. He made it last three licks.
Laurie's house was filled with the warm smell of chocolate cake for over an hour, and Sunny's stomach spent just as long growling. She refused to give him anything else to eat during the wait--he would want a slice of cake when it was ready, she reminded him, and she didn't want him sulking when he was too full of snacks to have some--and, while he was perfectly capable of raiding her cabinets himself, he sullenly accepted his fate.
After a few false alarms marked by a wet skewer, the timer finally gave its concluding call, and Sunny sprung up from the floor where he'd been laying like a sickly dog on its deathbed. Laurie nudged him aside as she went to answer it, and he scampered after her, now a starved puppy anticipating its first meal in days.
"Calm yourself, it's still hot," she said, rolling her eyes as she set the steaming tube pan on a trivet. Sunny let out an exaggerated groan of dismay.
"You invented baking just to torture me," he whined.
"Keep bitchin' and you won't get any."
That shut him up--his mouth, at least. His empty stomach went right on bitching.
The cake spent another hour cooling, still filling the house with its soft, chocolatey aroma. Laurie spent the time sketching, and Sunny spent it watching her sketch. His belly spent it rumbling. Laurie did start to feel a little sorry for him; why he hadn't eaten earlier was beyond her, but he clearly wasn't exaggerating when he complained about being hungry. When the hour had passed and she decided it was time to finally cut the cake, she was almost as glad for it as he was.
"I'm gonna give you a little tiny piece," she said, pushing him aside like a nosy dog as she sliced into the cake.
"Nooo," he whined.
"Yeah. 'Cause you're a little tiny man."
"Am not!"
"Little voices goin' peep peep peep," she sang. Just as he was about to argue, she turned and passed him a plate. Sitting atop it was an almost comically large slice of cake. He looked at it, surprised, then grinned up at her and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.
I've decided to finally open color commissions to help a couple of friends who are struggling, so if you decide to shop here, know that it's for a good cause!!! See the bottom of this post👇 for what I will and won't do!
‼️DM me at @drpeppertummyaccount if you're interested! This account cannot receive DMs!‼️
Payment must be through Paypal or Kofi
Scribbly doodle: $5 full or half body, + $2 per extra character
Pencil sketch: $5 half body, $10 full body, + $2-$5 per extra character
Pen only: $10 half body, $15 full body, + $5-$7 per extra character
Flat color: $15 half body, $20 full body, + $7-$10 per extra character
Simple shading: $20 half body, $25 full body, + $10-$12 per extra character
‼️INFO:
👍Will Do:
🍗 Stuffing
🫧 Inflation
🫄 Preg
😋 Vore
🧼 Non-kink art
🧸 OCs (must provide refs)
📺 Fandom characters (must provide refs)
❓ Anything else--Not sure? Just ask. I might do things I don't usually draw
👎Bewares:
❌ For kink art--no characters under 20 years old (I'm almost 30, I don't even want to be drawing 18 year olds)
❌ No backgrounds more complex than some simple props
❌ Will not draw anything explicitly sexual and will not draw genitals (even for artistic nudity. I just don't know how to draw them😭)
❌ Will not do sequences. Before & after is fine but it counts as an extra character
‼️ If I'm not comfortable drawing something for any reason, I'll let you know. Don't be afraid to ask! I haven't done this often enough to know what my boundaries are
🔞 Do not contact me if you're under 18, even for SFW art. Must have some indication of adulthood on your blog
I am also doing questionable writing commissions, info on that [here]!
sometimes i write something really wretched & it gets to a point where im like "dam im not even really into this anymore but i guess thats the way it has to be"
another tiny little prompt thingggg this one is just as short but its also Evil so im putting most of it under a cut. using ben again bc hes designated my Miscellaneous Torture Guy
[foreign object growing inside stomach, ill effects on hosts health, genuine threat of bursting, grim prognosis]
When the flower began to bloom, there was no sunlight to greet it. In fact, it was met with complete darkness. That was alright. There was plenty of moisture, and the ground was soft and warm and rich with nutrients. It moved more than most soil, but that was alright too. It was anchored firmly in place, with nowhere to go and nothing to do but grow.
When the flower gave way to a little green pumpkin, the only thing Ben had noticed so far was that his appetite had been a little funny. He'd been much hungrier lately, but then at the same time he'd been getting full faster, and while the hunger kept returning, his body seemed oddly slow at moving things along. He didn't know his guts were filled with vines, of course.
When the little green pumpkin met the soft walls that contained it, it had no way of knowing what havoc it was wreaking on its home. Ben, who had grown thinner despite the firm bulge just beginning to show in his belly, had no way of knowing just what was wreaking said havoc, and while he had plenty of grim guesses, none of them involved the pumpkin seeds he'd eaten not long ago.
When the little green pumpkin's thick skin warmed into a vibrant orange, nobody knew how lovely it looked. Ben thought it looked frightening, his belly protruding rock solid from his skinny frame, the strange bulges of vines palpable under his tightening skin. Nobody seemed to know what to make of it, but everybody was in agreement about one thing: It was growing as fast as a prize-winning pumpkin.
When the lovely orange pumpkin was given cool water and tasty fertilizer, it sucked it up happily, eager to keep swelling. Its home was becoming very cramped, with hardly any space for its winding vines, but that was alright. It always seemed to stretch a little further. Ben didn't think it could stretch much further, though. Ben's belly was stretched drum-tight. The vines weren't just palpable but visible now, bulging up against his skin like thick veins. He looked like he was incubating an alien egg. He wondered how it was supposed to come out.
When the lovely orange pumpkin began to reach prize-winning sizes, Ben was beginning to wish he would just burst already and be done with it. He felt his throat being tickled by leaves, and he could practically hear his skin creaking at every movement. His stomach was unimaginably heavy. He could hardly even eat anymore, with every molecule of space in his grotesquely distended stomach filled out with that enormous pumpkin. The pumpkin didn't mind. It had nowhere to go, and nothing to do but grow.
thankfully i have colleagues sending me prompts in the chat so heres one nowwww Just a little silly stuffing
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"It's like a stress ball," said Sunny, squeezing the soft roll.
"Quit playing with your food," said Laurie.
Sunny stuck his tongue out at her and shoved the roll into his mouth. It was warm, fresh, and buttery, topped with aromatic herbs and plenty of garlic, and he hummed in approval.
"Ih’f good," he declared, mouth full of half-chewed bread. Laurie grimaced.
"Here, you can have all of 'em," she said, sliding the basket toward him.
"Mm?"
"Too much garlic for me. I feel like I just sucked on a dragon's tongue."
"I'd suck a dragon's tongue any day," said Sunny, swallowing the big mouthful with an audible gulp and sticking the rest of the little roll in after it.
"Of course you would."
Laurie ate her soup, and Sunny ate his, along with roll after delicious roll. Some of them were dipped into the creamy broth, some eaten plain, and the ones he intended to save to dip into the sauce of his entree disappeared into his belly right along with the others. Fully entranced by the warm, buttery bread melting in his mouth, he hardly noticed his stomach beginning to puff out against his snug shirt. Laurie did, but she opted not to point it out, not just yet.
Finally, the basket was empty, and Sunny's belly, despite not having even seen the pasta he'd ordered, was impossibly full. It seemed to hit him all at once, the weight of the soup-soaked bread swelling up in his stomach and pushing it out over his tight belt like a pumpkin, and he fell back in the seat, looking comically surprised at himself. Laurie snorted.
"Now you're the stress ball," she said, pressing gently into his round belly. It wasn't half as soft as the warm, squishy rolls, though. In fact, it was tight as a drum.
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