#1 noisy belly fan

of course, you can’t say this because in the diet culture infested world that we live in, no one thinks twice about complimenting someone on their visible weight loss. it isn’t meant as a insult, it’s a thoughtless comment. it is unfathomable that someone may have been happier or healthier when they weighed more. and you don’t want to have to recount your personal medical history in graphic detail to explain why losing weight was not good.

had to get up and sprint to the bathroom just so it could finish throwing its tantrum in private

tummies does not care about the cinema experience

new oc named charlotte— she’s a bratty sub feedee who can only be tamed by being stuffed with food meant for 10+ people by her feeder gf. said gf spoils her and obvs is nice enough to replace the clothes she ruins during their feeding sessions lol

charlotte “complains” and is whiny and bratty whenever she’s being stuffed but she secretly loves it, loves the heft and roundness of her belly as she pushes her limits and continues to be fed even though she feels like she can’t pack anymore in, and especially loves the belly rubs and tender massages and lovemaking from her gf that follows 🤭 her gf knows she’s done a good job when charlotte’s complaining turns into wordless moaning and hiccuping, her outfits straining through the solid, distended, gurgling and churning mound her belly has become.

i will admit, i am a fan of the protracted cartoony growls. the ones that rudely cut through thought, almost as if lying in wait for the most embarrassing opportunity. and then they just keep going. the sound does not cease, rumbling through the torso like the growl of a dog with its hackles raised. it comes in waves, each noise fading out with a keening whine from the cavernous void. and then come the peals of thunder, the continuous snaps of anger, ceasing to rest until it is muffled by food.

and then you get to the louder sounds when the stomach is full.

it is the cry of the ache, the groan of the overtaxed organ. every sharp gaseous pang cuts through the perennial churn with a high pitched squelch. the distress of digestion brings a sound louder than hunger. it is both an ode to hedonistic satisfaction and a dirge of pain and exhaustion. processing the feast is tiring work and the stomach responds with exasperated groans, bubbling squeaks, and what feels like endless agony.

When a deeply, emotionally scarred prey willingly tosses themself into a predator's maw, expecting to be crushed and agonizingly dissolved, but is instead met with the tender squeeze of a safe, protective stomach.

Or when a predator hunts, stalks, or ambushes prey, just to fill a void in themself, of even for an hour. They always let their prey go afterwards, perhaps because of a traumatic incident with a former meal.