Sup? You can call me Devin/Rain!, He/She/They, Orientation:Pan/Ace, Age:30 Miniors DNI +18 only I'm sorry but I'm not getting in trouble. I'mma post the weird things I like and you can't stop me.This is also a side blog so I sadly can't follow back. DO NOT Call me Dev unless we're close Please and Thanks
Hey there and Welcome to my blog my name is Devin but you can call me Rain if you want. This is sadly a side blog so I can't follow back but if you see notes from @/dragon-seahorse it's just me and that's my main blog.
I promise I'll do my best to tag things but if you need something specific tagged don't be scared to ask.
My ask box is always open unless stated otherwise so if you have questions about my OCs n such feel free!
if I can think of more to put here I will but until then I hope you have a chill time here and enjoy the rest of your day!
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Thinking about full tummy wardrobe malfunctions today:
A handprint of flour stamped tellingly on the middle of an apron, the strings straining tight. The mixing bowl's licked spotless, the cake tin's a little underfilled, but the baker's tummy is making some strange gurgly noises... And it's only going to get louder when the cake is done and they can't resist taking a warm slice or two.
Grease stains on an old pyjama top, in just the place where you'd clutch at the sides of a dangerously overfull, complaining belly. Empty packaging for a burger, fries and a milkshake are strewn around - and why did they think they needed the ice cream too?! - and the tummy in question is sitting buoyantly on top of the elastic of pyjama pants. Even under the baggy pyjama top you can see how round their belly's got - and oops, now there are grease stains all over as they try to soothe their upset tummy.
They've been relaxing at the beach with a cooler box of drinks and snacks, and after a few beers or sodas and way too many slices of watermelon they've just noticed how round and bloated their belly's got. And they've just noticed the sticky fruit juice stains on their bare, warm skin - not just the drips that have fallen during their feast, but also marks from where they've been absent-mindedly rubbing their tummy to ease the pressure. Oh well, might as well have another drink before they get warm!
if i were a boss and had a secretary, id love to imagine a scenario where my secretary has eaten too much while on the job
at my desk and i have them standing next to me, stomach a little close to my ear as they read paperwork with me. i notice their top is a little tighter than usual and straining. their stomach is quite full and bloated.. yet they don’t say anything
im in the middle of reading a paragraph on the paper when a the sound of a low rumble fills my ear. my secretary gasps and their hands grab the sides of their belly.
“s-so sorry.. my belly u-um..” they quickly say, cheeks red, “i may have over-indulged on accident during break not too l-long ago..”
their full stomach erupts a long rumble and i turn my head to face to face with it.
“can’t really hide that can you, huh?” i say, “didn’t know you had quite the appetite. and the talkative stomach as well”
they take a small step back, as if trying not to keep their concoction in their stuffed middle too close to my ear.
“woah now,” i gently pull them back, “i’d like to hear just how much you’ve stuffed yourself on your well deserved break now”
i pull them close enough to where their stomach is squished against my ear. loud churns, deep continuing rumbles and gurgles play like a movie in my ear. i smirk as they blush harder, covering their face. one hand gripping the side of their stomach. they push slightly into their belly to tease out sounds in my ear
“how about you read this paragraph out to me?”
they shyly lean over the desk to start reading. they grunt and moan softly with each harsh growl that rolls out of their belly. they stutter as the sound of their stomach almost drowns out their reading. everything digests loudly inside..
maybe next you’ll have them answer some calls while their stomach struggles to digest the meal..
Wish I was just big enough to make a little moving bump in someone's middle...
Maybe a foot tall, just heavy enough where they have to pick me up with two hands, lowering me slowly between their lips, my kicking feet landing on their tongue before slipping back and heading towards their throat.
As my legs begin to go down they'd take their first swallow, slow, strained, and powerful since I'd be just big enough to make it difficult, they'd be so eager to get me down and I'd be the perfect size to make a bulge in their neck.
They'd look like they're swallowing a football, if a football moved on its own, my squirming legs slipping down and resting under their heart while my head is just outside their lips. Maybe they'd close their lips around my entire body, their tongue running over my little torso, making me nice and slick for their next gulp.
When it finally comes it would be the last one. My torso, arms, and head would be pulled down their tight throat, maybe I'd look back to watch the light from the outside get smaller as I slowly slide down to their belly in the slow, strained, continuous descent towards their tummy.
I'd arrive in their stomach slowly but with no lack of satisfaction on their part. My feet landing in my new home while more than half of me is still in their esophagus. Eventually my feet would slip on their slick interior and more of me could enter, stretching their entrance to it's limits as the rest of me slides through, and closing with a pop once my head ducks inside.
Their warm gurgling organ would stretch tight around me, holding me firmly in place, but leaving enough slack for me to move with some effort. On the outside they would see a small yet glorious difference in their waistline, a shifting, squirming, living presence making them just a little bit rounder as all sorts of wet, gurgling, happy sounds come from their rounded, heavy, full, and well-fed middle...
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Like the prey clones themselves so one version is eaten by their pred and the other is outside, being able to experience it from both ways...Lots of belly rubs to help digestion from the prey, both inside and outside.
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there is nothing more freeing and fun than running a hornyblog, specifically as a fetishist. so many horny people are truly missing out on the experience of being delightfully weird in good company. slamming reblog on a sexy person in niche costume who wants you to add your two cents in the tags (even if, no, especially if it’s just you losing your mind making animal noises?) it’s such a beautiful thing to be collecting/posting stuff that is so extremely tailored to your own sexual interests that you forget anyone else in the world exists, but there will always be people who are actually here to see what you dig regardless. giving your hoard of freak-os daily updates in your own personal spank digest so that all your friends know what you’re jorking it to - like letterboxd for porn or goodreads for erotica. not even hesitating to drop your deepest, weirdest, inner fantasies like it’s just casual conversation. yeah, I wish I was tim curry - but I’m tim curry as a mad scientist/confectioner who tests wonka-esque experimental hiccup-inducing candy on unwilling participants by way of bound forcefeeding. my buddy over here wants to get alien-impregnated with eggs that explode in patterns that are only predictable through rigorous mathematic equation. no joke, in the past year I have scored TWO separate ghostbusters kink commissions, both of which involve degradation being dished out by a sultry bill murray. we are creating erotica that is so silly, so absurd, that our friends are either laughing along with us, or shamelessly agreeing that it floats their fucked-up little boat. we are the monty pythons of the sexuality spectrum. nothing is off the table. tmi is out the window. actually, nothing and tmi are a yuri couple fucking each other crazy style on the table and through the window. for all I know, tmi stands for TELL ME, ICON! nobody gives a shit. everybody gives a shit. death to shame. death to secrecy. fetishposting is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
belly pet: Your dom puts something (someone) in your belly and you don’t know how to feel about it.
(observer x unwilling-to-willing pred x unwilling prey)
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Your dom puts something in your belly and you don’t know how to feel about it.
He knows about your belly kink, and how you’re really into stomach noises, bloating up your belly is often part of your play. So you don’t think anything of it when he tells you to chug a few cans of sparkling water while he gets it ready.
You don’t question what ‘it’ is, and soon your stomach is feeling really full and fizzy.
He tells you to swallow anytime your body tries to burp so all the bubbles can only pop inside and all air stays down. It makes your tummy huge.
He ties your arms behind the chair and you look down at your belly in this position. It looks rounder and feels really tight, the occasional rumble as all the carbonation settles.
You’re distracted by it when he grabs your head and starts pouring something down your throat.
Swallowing reflexively so you don’t spill or choke, it takes a moment before you realize there’s something in the huge glass you’re gulping from. Someone.
Before you can stop or spit it out, the tiny body is flooded along with all the rest of the water into your mouth. It scrambles across your tongue, fighting it. You fight it. Your dom puts a hand over your full mouth and the slippery wriggling glnks down your throat anyway.
There’s a hard ache as it stretches on its way down through your chest, and an obscene gurgle as it squeezes into your bloated stomach.
Your belly swells, you gasp and squirm, heart pounding. Oh my god, you never talked about this, what did he just do?!
The tiny in your stomach suddenly doesn’t feel all that tiny, kicking and pushing, bulging your gut enough to be visible.
Your dom looks pleased, and pats your potbelly.
There’s already so much liquid inside your swollen stomach that every movement stirs up more sloshing. Not only are you still writhing in discomfort at the huge amount inside, trying to adjust to the feeling, there’s also the sensation of struggling from within.
The tiny is thrashing, probably trying to keep their little head above the lake of liquid you drank. If it’s sloshing that loudly there should be enough space from all the air you swallowed, but it feels like it barely fits. It’s probably terrifying for the poor thing, stuck, in hot, dark, constant loud ominous grumbling. You can’t help thinking that it’s probably in pain too, fizzy drinks and stomach acid soaking into it’s skin. Your stomach groans, starting to warm up to the process of digesting it’s aggressive and active meal.
Your dom rubs your belly, grinning at the loud glorps and gurgles it makes beneath his touch. You stop struggling and relax with a deep sigh.
It really shouldn’t feel so good. There’s someone in your belly, they’re probably so so scared, squirming and thumping against the inner organ walls. Ugh, you can feel them kicking up a storm, your stomach keeps convulsing and squeezing at them in return. You feel really full, and the sight of your belly jerking a little with each loud slosh makes you feel unbelievably satisfied.
You scold your dom as he unties you, frustrated that it’s over so soon, frustrated that he didn’t warn you.
He laughs and says it’s okay, the little thing is already digesting so it’ll be like nothing happened. He rubs your swollen belly and informs you that he knows where to get more, when you’re hungry for another.
Your belly rumbles.
You can feel the struggling and thrashing slow, and then stop as the tiny gets tired. Your stomach feels so heavy and sluggish. It feels amazing, but is also making you really sleepy. So you reason you can argue with him more later, and slump on the couch to nurse your bloated stomach.
There’s a loud slosh and a flurry of movement as your stomach settles again, maybe the tiny is still kicking.
Huh. You rub your belly and see the little bump of an elbow or knee as the tiny reorients itself. Your dom seems surprised, he didn’t think it’d last so long…
Your dom makes it up to you by ordering your favorite takeout, and putting on your favorite television show. He rubs your belly and feeds you, stuffs you, and it feels so good.
Distantly, you do feel guilty. The tiny in your stomach is now packed in with so much food, it’s probably so squashed snd uncomfortable. If it feels tight to you, the tiny has to be suffocating.
Your dom clears the takeout clutter and gets you another sparkling water. You consider it, your belly already feels so heavy and full, and it’s already spilling out of your shirt. But you want to see you big you can get. The swallows feel hard, and your stomach stretches further to accommodate everything inside.
After a moment of dull sloshing, there’s a loud glunk and an unmistakable bulge at the top of your belly as the tiny inside squirms.
Oh, your dom looks nervous, it shouldn’t still be moving…
Now, no matter how much you eat or drink, how long is your belly going to be full of something alive?
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Sub pred who is made to eat larger prey, and then is teased by dom observer / other prey.
Further more . Several prey, one submissive pred. They feed the pred a few of their fellow prey, and then watch in fascination as the pred squirms and fidget with the weight of their meal. And they watch as the pred inevitably begins to digest their food
Poking, inspecting, fondling the pred's stomach throughout the night, watching the process unfold. Never giving the pred a moment of peace.
Smaller pred/larger prey is sooooooooo underrated. We need so much more of it. Submissive smaller preds is not something I'd ever thought about, but it's giving me so many thoughts.
I'll add another concept to it for a different relationship between the dom prey/observers. Part of the reason they do this. (aside from how hot and fascinating they find it) Is to make sure the Sub-Pred doesn't starve themself.
Because the pred is too submissive. They're too kind and lack confidence. They don't want to get in the way or bother anyone.
Which means they don't seduce prey, they get too anxious at the thought of someone rejecting them if they asked to swallow. They don't even consider seducing someone and swallowing them in their sleep.
The pred doesn't forcefully catch prey, it's so mean! What if they were busy or were upset? The subby pred seems to forget that that doesn't matter. It's their purpose to reduce people so much bigger than them to waste. The person might complain now but they won't when it's over.
The pred is too Subby, they need permission to do the primary thing their body wants to do.
The dom prey/observers have taken it upon themselves to make sure the pred is well fed. They make fun of and tease the pred. But by doing that they also give the pred the permission they so desperately desire. They help catch and seduce prey, maybe some of them decide to take the caustic trip.
The poking, prodding, stroking and watching of the digestive process also helps keep the digesting meat from escaping. Or attempting to convince the Subby pred to let them out. (They are a bit suggestible.)
They have their fun, get to and they help their favourite pred in the process.
