#kinky rambles

and there’s that pause where they frown, one hand pressing against the heaviness of their full stomach, trying to decide. They can feel how much is already in there — the tautness of all that food pressing against their hand, the shortness of their breath against its weight, possibly the soft grumbles of their stomach already struggling to digest so much. That little moment of analysis where they’re just completely focused on how their tummy feels, trying to determine if it has any room left

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I see a lot of posts about desiring to treat someone to an indulgent meal around here, but there’s a very specific flavor of that idea that creeps its way into my head. I’m not sure how to fully articulate it at the moment but I’m just gonna toss some thoughts out:

I feel like I have a solid handle on what I’m not after. Most posts I see about making a big meal for someone are weight gain-centric, and the posts that aren’t tend to have these subtle dom/sub dynamics in them (i.e. “look how good you are for me,” “look what I’ve done to you,” etc.) Both of these are very valid things to enjoy, but Not It for me personally.

What I want... the idea that I am striving towards is indulgence centered on sensation and creating this all-consuming sensory experience that is completely tailored to what the other person would enjoy. That extends beyond food, ideally. Like creating the ideal environment for them to sink into -- whether that’s a warm and a cozy blanket nest with fairy lights and scented candles or a sunny kitchen table covered in white linen with an open window to let the breeze and birdsong in. Whatever they would enjoy most, you know?

But of course the food is the main event for a tummy fiend, right? I want to cook all of someone’s favorite dishes just the way they like them. So that every bite is a little spark of joy. So that the food itself is an act of being known.

I want to make sure there is as much of it as they could possibly want, and I want to keep them feeling good for as long as we can so that they can enjoy as much as possible. I want that growing heaviness inside to feel intensely good, and for any aches or twinges to be soothed away with the gentle pressure of a supportive hand.

and that thing is a stuffed person saying or thinking about how they feel like they’re going to explode

whether it’s an absentminded touch or a very deliberate press to try to work out a cramp

whether they hold the tight swell right under their ribs or the rounded side where their heavy meal is pushing out over their hips

whether they’re clutching a little overfull ache or just lying back drowsily and resting their hands where it feels best

🔥🔥🔥 oh no you made it worse 🔥🔥🔥