here, there n’ everywhere!

Hello! Welcome to my little archive of debauchery!

You can call me Lila! I’m a 21 year old with an adoration for bellies!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Here’s some things about me:

I study Ancient History, with a focus on Greek Culture and Mythology!

I love adult cartoons, and I’m currently very much in my Rick and Morty era!

I have ASD and ADHD! So forgive me for being a lil all over the place!

I love to write, draw and roleplay! I may use this account to post some art at some point!

This is NOT a purely fetish account! I am a person!!!

I will be colour coding my fetish posts, see below to have a look at what they’ll be like!

My Kinks:

Inflation (particularly love obscure inflations)

Feederism (belly stuffing, force feeding, tube/funnel feeding)

Weight Gain (rapid, unaware)

Pregnancy (hyper, rapid, multiples)

Sci-fi and Fantasy versions of the above!

Oviposition/Eggpreg

Bugs/Parasites

Infestation Kink

Terato (big lover of tentacles 😵‍💫)

Hypnosis

Transformation

And then, for the other side of things

My Limits:

Bodily waste (vomit, piss, scat)

Miscarriage/abortion

Trauma talks in a sexual context

Raceplay

Underage

oh anon, i LOVE whatever’s wrong with you <3

no bc hear me out, some of those dildos come with molds for gelatine eggs rather than pre-made silicone ones

but how is this dildo in my pussy pumping those damn eggs into me all the time?! I only made 3 but we have well surpassed that amount in me by now! of course they’re not gelatine anymore - some substance made by the dildo itself! Slick with hormonal gel that melts into me and softens me up. Forced to grow and grow under the endless stamina of the dildo, getting fatter and rounder by the day - even if I could leave my house with it fucking me open at all times, my clothes are not gonna fit for much longer!

just having a normal masturbation session, riding this rubber tentacle to hell and back, when it suddenly grabs my thighs and begins pounding itself into me. it takes a few thrusts before i realise i’m not the one doing it anymore n’ it’s moving too fast for me to get a good grip on it so i can’t even stop it so i just have to lay there and take it 😵‍💫😵‍💫

like, i’m just imagining riding a partner whilst i’m swollen with their babies. all huffing and panting from the new weight and how it pulls me just a little further down onto their cock - and i’m already far enough along that my hardened nipples leak milk with each bounce mmmmmhhh

and;; that’s not even mentioning my partner!! their hands never leave my baby bump - well, more like a baby mountain by now! - caressing over the stretchmark-ridden skin like it’s covered in gold dust. with how they’ve spoiled me since knocking me up, maybe it is!!

and then they meet my eye and their gaze is just… the absolute pinnacle of worship. through moans, they thank me for letting them pump their baby batter into my perfect womb, coo at how radiant i look all bloated with their babies, gasp about how proud they feel showing me off in public.

when we finish and they’re still hilted inside me, they’ll sit up and try to kiss me, my big tummy making me bend so we can. it presses to their abdomen and i feel their thick cock twitch inside me again.

i’ve been eating good. well, if by good you mean a lot. take out most nights, and fuck it’s starting to show. i was already a soft lil’ chunk - but now? i have new stretch marks?? my face is so round and chubby?? i can barely reach my cunt to make myself cum??!?

it is. SO hot. and i just did this, all by myself. imagine if i had a feeder? oooooh fuck yeah! i’d blow up so fast!

oh, you brought home a week’s pay from your job at the bakery? well, your sister just solved our harvest problem!

someone gave you flowers? yes, darling, that’s lovely, but look; your sister just grew some right in the kitchen window!

the baker’s family wants to offer a dowry for your hand? ha! they’ll have to do better than that - don’t they know your sister can make gold from coal?!

frankly, you were sick of it - so you hatched a plan.

you tracked down a witch in another town and went to her for aid. you told her of your troubles, of how you wished your little sister had never been born, how you could never accomplish anything because of her. so, with payment in hand, the witch brewed you a potion. told you to make sure both you and your sister drank it, then everything would be just how you wanted it.

so you gave your sister a cup of wine that night, slipping some of the potion into your cups - an olive branch, you insisted. you slept more soundly that night that you had in years…

when you woke the next morning, you ran to your sister’s room only to find it… empty? you went to ask your parents, but they looked at you like you’d sprouted another head.

“sister? darling, are you well? you don’t have a sister”

horror and excitement mixed in your gut. you did it - you actually did it! finally, your life could go how it was meant to! with no witch to drive their greed and pride, your parents accepted the dowry. you were set to marry the man you loved, everything was perfect!

…for about four weeks.

like just imagining how sweet and thick it is as it flows down my throat, one hand on my soft tummy as i huff breaths through my nose and force myself to keep gulping. it’s just so good, i need it all in my belly now!

endless empty calories pumped into my body by my own gluttony, ending in my breathing heavily and hiding in my room, cradling my tight gut that’s already a little more rounded - like a teaser of the extra size to come

I’m laying on my side and I just imagining a tentacle sliding under my breast and into my mouth, pumping a sweet fluid into my mouth. I don’t even notice when my hips begin to widen and breasts begin to swell.

another tendril slips through the hole in the crotch of my sweatpants, tearing it wider as they dip into my soaked pussy, burrowing deep into my womb. i’m so dazed from the weed and the tentacle pumping my throat that the eggs begin popping into my womb don’t even startle me.

it creates a portal on any part of your body it touches, right? well, hear me out:

imagine having a tube slipped into your stomach, or a needle pressed into your abdomen, and having that fluid pumped directly into your belly

suddenly, there’s a portal in your stomach, easy access to directly fill it up. imagine just being at work, or our with your friends, and you start to feel full. you try not to think about it, going about your day and absentmindedly rubbing your tummy every once in a while. it isn’t until someone else comments on it that you realise your predicament

your tummy is bloated and swollen, pressing against the waistband of your pants and creating a thick band between the bulges of your flesh. you’re quick to excuse yourself, running to the nearest bathroom and locking yourself into a stall