food as a metaphor for love

It starts as a suspicion. You notice their hand drifting toward your belly when you cuddle. They encourage you to finish off their food, insisting that they hate having leftovers. “I never eat them, they just sit in my fridge until I throw them away,” they smile, but you wonder if there’s another motivation. You always seem to leave their place full.

You decide to test the waters a little bit, see if you can get a reaction. You make a comment about how stuffed you are after a meal, and their posture stiffens. You wear shirts that are a little too tight and watch their gaze wander towards your belly. You belch in front of them and think you see them blush.

One night you get high together and watch a movie. Your partner provides snacks — way too much for two people — and you eat mindlessly as you watch. When the movie ends, you’re surprised to see that the two pizzas, family size chip bag, and 2L of soda have all disappeared. Judging by how absolutely massive your belly feels, it was probably mostly you.

You stretch and let out a loud belch, then place a hand on your stomach and say, “god, how much did I eat?”

Your partner laughs, “you ate a lot. I was impressed.”

You muffle another burp then reply, “no wonder my stomach hurts so much”

They move closer to you on the couch, put a hand to your chest, and say, “oh no! Is there anything I can do to help? My ex always told me I gave really good belly rubs.”

Yes. Please.

"I bet this is painful," they say. They're right. Your belly is so massive and stretched that it's hard to breathe, and you can feel the acid of heartburn starting to build in your chest.

Your skin is hot and tight beneath their touch, and they start to apply light pressure, moving their hand in a circular pattern. It still feels uncomfortable and tight, but it's kind of nice. Like massaging a sore muscle.

Suddenly, your stomach muscles contract and you lurch forward as a forceful burp tears out of you. Your partner's hand digs deeper and the belch rumbles on. You feel your face flush with embarrassment. It's probably the biggest, grossest burp of your entire life, and in front of a new partner. And it's still going, and you're powerless to stop the air gushing out of you.

When the burp finally ends, you lean back to catch your breath. Involuntarily, you let out a moan as you realize that most of the pain in your belly is gone.

You turn back to your partner, still embarrassed. "Sorry, I hope that wasn't too gross," you mutter.

They grin and give your belly two firm pats, "trust me, I am the farthest thing from grossed out right now."

That's all the confirmation you need to really let loose. You let out a couple lazy afterburps as your partner jiggles your much-softer belly.

"You know, babe," they say, "a couple more belches like that and you might even make room for desert."

YESSSSS I’ve thought about this a lot I’ll be honest. It’s such a cute and hot tease it makes me melt

it kinda sounded like “oh fuck, aaUUUURRRRRP~”

The kid was picked up by an ambulance 30 minutes later.

Now as an adult working in security I get SO MANY folks- upper-middle aged mostly- coming to me to 'rat out' people they think are faking it.

I was once sent into a bathroom because a client demanded that the "fucker won't get out, so go drag them out"- I was NEVER going to do that, so I did a wellness check instead. You know who it was? A person recently released from the hospital after a car accident. They had a hole in their skull and major hearing loss. They couldn't answer the owner because they couldn't HEAR the owner.

Another time about a homeless man who got around town by kicking the ground from his wheelchair. "You know he doesn't actually need that thing, his legs work fine, it's just for pity points"- Oh, so he's not paralyzed, his wheelchair is performative? Funny story Dale, I actually know that guy, he was backed over by a truck and has chronic pain from his shattered pelvis. But sure, let's make him stand up and walk everywhere so nobody feels too bad for him and tries to help him or something.

"She doesn't need that scooter, I've seen her get out of it."

"Look how fat he is, because he just rides around and refuses to get up."

"She doesn't really need that cane- she comes here without it all the time"

I've successfully told several partners about this kink, and I've been pleasantly surprised each time. It's lovely to not need to keep this a secret from my husband, and it feels super amazing when he indulges me. My hope is that maybe this can help others let their partners know!

Half of it is building up the courage.

Know that if they are a good person, and a good person for you, they won't make fun of you or belittle you. Everyone has things that turn them on, and you are no different! There is nothing wrong with you.

Think of it from your perspective. If they told you about a kink they have, even if you didn't share it, would you shame them? Your reaction was likely "Of course not!!!" Unless they are human garbage, they're likely gonna be fine with it, even if they think it's a little weird.

Be OK with them not sharing your kink. A lot of kink stories have the characters sharing in the kink, but that isn't necessarily going to happen. If it DOES happen, that's fantastic!

Revealing the kink itself

CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT. If it makes them uncomfortable, triggers them, they tell you no, etc. DROP IT. A good green light to know if you're good to proceed is if they ask you more about it or say something like "that doesn't do it for me, but..." and indicate that they are OK with it otherwise.

It can be easier to do in a broader conversation about what pleases you both and turns you both on. Just dropping the kink on them can be jarring! Invite them to share their kinks as well. There's even an app out there called XConfessions where you both indicate kinks you have, and the app only shows you both the mutual kinks you have. However, this can open the door to y'all saying "Is there anything you want to try that we don't share?" Extend the grace you hope to receive when you tell them.

You can hint at it first before stating it outright by saying things like "I love your body" and being sure to let them know you appreciate them from the way they feel to the way they sound. I've had success going "I even love the way your body feels and sounds--your tummy noises turn me on, actually," and going from there.

Telling about kinks as an experience of closeness, comfort, and involving all senses can help it feel more logical to you and reduce shame. I found this helpful when leading up to talking about my bellyache kink--providing comfort and closeness while leaning into some of the S&M aspects of it helped my husband to understand.

Start with the tamer kinks, or tamer aspects of the kink first, and build up to what you feel are less accepted ones over time. This kinda goes with #2!

Be OK with this taking some time. ♥️

so I chugged the whole la croix without burping once. But then I didn’t feel like I wanted to burp at all and felt super nauseous. I took a big risk standing up and boy HOWDY am I glad I did!!!