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- This is a fairly NSFW blog, not heavily, but not clean either lol, and I’d greatly prefer if minors stayed away please. It will be a 100% block on sight if I find out you’re a minor
- Feel free to talk to me about irl kink! I also enjoy being teased about my hunger and teasing others about their hunger too, and if you'd like my discord feel free to DM me for it!
- Kinks I’m indifferent to: weight gain, inflation, belching, emetophilia (vomit), hunger without corresponding satiety, unrealistic stuffing (bellies far too big to be physically possible)
- Kinks I dislike/won’t write/interact with: non-fatal vore, scat, mpreg/preg, extreme weight gain (immobility)
- Kinks that I prefer others don’t approach me about: fatal vore, extreme pain with no comfort, oviposition, stomach bursting, malicious force-feeding, underage or non con
-you can still interact with me if you have kinks that I don't like! I don't have a DNI list, I just block people/tags that I don't want on my dash, but you're free to follow/reblog my posts even if you have kinks that I dont care for haha
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- All my OCs/any characters I write fanfic about are 18+. Here I’ll also say that I’m a gay man, so all the stuff I write will likely be either mlm or nblm. Sorry lady-lovers, women are cool, but boys...mmmmmm
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Writing Examples (with example prices if commissioned):
Blue Food, Blue Belly (2,525 words) (25$)
A Hungry Librarian (1,637 words) (16$)
Jace and Safer: Hunger scenario (611 words) (6$)
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love the phrase “we’ve gotta get some food in you”. tickles my brain. it draws attention to the organ being a physical place but also fully addresses the person who needs food (“you”). Its very caring and sweet and also very funny and has the potential to be very somatic. Good phrase
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I don't usually post personal stuff here but my bf has been feeding me so well lately. He's been helping me eat and recover from an ED relapse since we met, but now that we're dating he likes to stuff me for fun. I've put on almost twenty pounds since he started encouraging me to eat, and I weigh more now than I ever have in my life. But I'm okay with it. It's sexy. I feel warm and soft and loved. Feedism really is SO healing. Literally nothing else has helped me recover to this point, physically and body image wise. I've never been healthier or happier <3
Shoutout to weird girls who became weird boys and weird boys who became weird girls and weird girls and boys who became both or neither. Let's all be weird and strange together
could you do 💙? for any of your OCs, i love your writing! :)
This was written in the spanse of about three hours in a horny fever dream. It's got my OC Adam with @lotsa-viscera 's OC Joseph!
Content: lots of hunger, eventual NSFW (masturbating), hungry character eats at the end!
Blue Food, Blue Belly
“Blue?” Adam moaned, scratching his brown beard as his top lip curled up at the word on his screen. Joseph was away visiting family, and had proposed a game to play long distance. Joseph would send a color, and Adam could only eat foods of that color for the day.
The worst part is, food coloring didn’t count. Or at least, it didn’t count if he put it in. Sure he could eat blue lollipops all day but a pancake with a couple drops of food dye mixed in the batter? No dice. Had to come out of the package blue as the sky itself.
Adam’s stomach rumbled and he put a hand on it, feeling the vibration under his fingers. Who knows how the hell he would work with this.
Adam started looking around in the cupboards for his breakfast. Somehow he could see nearly every color of the rainbow in here, except blue. Blue packaging, yes, obvious by the hunger pang he felt looking at the blue package of cereal. But blue food? If only Joseph had sent brown, then I’d be having a goddamn feast, he thought.
He checked the fridge next, and didn’t find much better. It was only when he looked in the freezer that he found something that might work: frozen blueberries.
His stomach gurgled at the sight, seeming to understand that Adam had found it’s meal. He sighed, getting out the blender. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he could put more into the smoothie? He had some protein powder, and milk, and those would be blue when mixed with the blueberries, right?
It would have to be right, because there was no way he was eating ONLY blueberries for breakfast. The smoothie probably wouldn’t be enough by itself anyways, Joseph would still get the hungry belly he wanted.
So Adam set about making his smoothie, his stomach giving the occasional rumble along the way. He poured in the milk, blueberries, protein powder, and ice, and began pulsing the blender until the mix became smooth. But as he did so, his heart sank.
The smoothie was obviously, undeniably, purple. Not blue. Honestly he wasn’t sure how he could have forgotten, there’s not really naturally blue foods, they’re usually actually purple, and blueberries were the classic case. He sighed, leaning back against the counter, rubbing his belly as it gave a mournful rumble. It was getting deeper now, the growls shaking his hand harder.
Adam sighed, wondering what the hell Joseph expected him to eat. Clearly he must’ve thought he could eat something since he didn’t just skip over the color, but what blue foods did Joseph know of that Adam didn’t?
The tan fingers of Adam’s hand dug into his belly as he thought, trying to think back in his mind to a time where he might’ve seen Adam eating something blue. There was blueberry muffins, blue corn tortilla chips, blue lollipops, and… a blue drink?
He could remember it now, Joseph had been drinking a blue tea of some kind, and called Adam over to see something. He watched as Joseph squeezed a lemon over the tea, and it turned bright pink.
Joseph quickly moved over to the cabinet where Joseph kept his tea, and there! Butterfly pea flower powder! Adam laughed in triumph and quickly pulled it out. There wasn’t much left so he dumped the rest of the bag in and pulsed the blender.
Lo and behold, the smoothie began turning a brilliant bright blue. His stomach moaned loudly at the sight, and he quickly poured a large glass full, chugging it until a sharp pain went through his head.
“Ow! Fuckin brain freeze…” Adam muttered. He looked at the clock as the pain went down and sighed. It was almost time for him to go to work, no time to stop by somewhere and see if he could get a proper blue breakfast.
Not that he knew of many places that served blue pancakes. Or blue croissants. Blue breakfast burritos…
His stomach moaned again, grumbling thickly around the few gulps of smoothie in it. He texted Joseph a picture of his small breakfast before downing the rest. Dammit… I’m still hungry.
He sighed and went to his room to get dressed.
~~~
Adam was shelving books at the bookstore when his stomach rumbled again. The smoothie had only lasted him a couple hours, even with the protein powder in it. Luckily it hadn’t gotten loud yet, but the hunger still gnawed at his belly. He wished Joseph was here, he would be able to rub his belly, tease him for the noises it made… If he had to be hungry it would at least be nice to have someone there to tease him for it.
“Excuse me sir?” Adam jumped and turned to see a woman standing there, holding up a book. “Do you know if I could return this book? I didn’t notice one of the pages was ripped until I got home.”
Adam glanced at the book and felt his stomach shift ominously. It was a cookbook. On the front was a picture of some kind of grilled sandwich, bright and so, so delicious looking…
“Oh, um, yes, of course!” Adam led her to the counter, where he started the return. The whole time he could feel his stomach shifting hungrily, and all he could do was try and get through it as fast as possible and silently beg his stomach not to make any noise.
Eventually the transaction finished and he handed her a return receipt with a smile.
“Thank you, have a good–”
*Groooooooowwwwwlll*
Adam’s face blushed under his dark skin, a hand instinctively moving up to clutch his belly.
“Hungry?” the woman said with a laugh, apparently not minding the interruption. Adam however hoped the ground would open up and swallow him.
“Heh, a bit! My break is soon though so I can eat then!”
She laughed and waved goodbye, but as soon as he was out of sight Adam groaned and put his head in his hands, fingers scrunching up in his long wavy hair. His stomach rumbled again and he slapped a hand to it.
“Shut up.”
~~~
A couple hours later and it was finally lunchtime. Adam could hardly stand it now. His belly was rumbling so much his coworker had sent him on his break early, and his ears still felt hot from the interaction. He held his stomach in his hands, feeling it growl desperately under his fingers. It felt so good in some ways, but goddammit he wished he could properly enjoy it. His mind was caught between work, his starved belly, and all the horny thoughts that come with said starved belly.
The grocery store right next to his work wasn’t helping much either. He was walking around, looking for a blue food to eat, but that meant he also had to walk past microwave pasta meals, meat and seafood, the entirety of the snack aisle that made his stomach moan louder than it had all day. Each growl felt like it was getting louder by the minute, and he couldn’t tell if his knees were weak from arousal or hunger. Probably both.
There were few times he felt lucky to be trans but this was one of them. He was hard as a rock but at least he didn’t have to try and hide it.
In the end he turned down the chips aisle and found a large bag of blue corn tortilla chips. Blue enough for me, he thought. He also went and got a blue gatorade as well. It was his least favorite flavor but being so hungry he figured maybe it would help. He also bought some packets of blue kool-aid, and blue takis, and some blue sour candies. Guess that’s dinner then. Especially since they were out of that blue tea at home, couldn’t pull off that trick again.
Eventually Adam settled down in the breakroom and began eating, hungry rumbles sounding between each chip he stuffed in his mouth. Eventually his stomach quieted down a bit though, especially as he guzzled down the gatorade, muffling the rumbles under the weight of the liquid.
But just as he thought he might actually be able to eat enough to be full, he put his hand in the bag and found… nothing. His heart sank as he looked inside and found only crumbs. He sighed and checked his watch. 4 more hours until he could go home.
He texted Joseph a picture of what he ate and then sighed and threw away the empty bag and bottle, rubbing his stomach and hoping maybe this would last him longer than the smoothie had.
~~~
The noises Adam’s stomach was making on the drive home were so loud he could hear it over his music. His dick throbbed at a particularly loud growl and he shifted in his seat. It felt like every sound was going straight to his crotch.
When he finally got home he tore open the bag of takis and ate them as he set down his things, stomach howling with each bite he swallowed. It wasn’t long though before those were gone, as the bag was even smaller than the bag of corn tortilla chips. Soon the sour candies and kool-aid were gone too, and he sat back on his couch with a heavy sigh.
Still not enough.
It made sense, he was a big guy. He worked out often, and even though he skipped his workout today it seems his body was desperately missing the calories it normally got. But he was out of blue food today. This was all he would get.
It was only an hour later when his stomach growled again.
He’d been looking at cooking videos. A terrible idea given the circumstances but gods he was hungry. It was all he could think about. It came in waves, the sound rolling in his stomach like thunder. He pressed his hand into his stomach and bit his lip, swallowing hard as it moaned against his hand. He was so hungry, stomach shaking and growling so much…
Adam was about to reach down his pants when his phone suddenly rang.
It was Joseph.
“Hey baby,” Adam said.
“Hi! How ya doin?” Joseph answered.
“Ugh, fucking starved.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm, my stomach’s been growling all day.”
“Aww, poor hungry boy. Blue food’s not enough to fill that belly is it?”
“Of course not, but you knew that.”
Joseph laughs. “I sure did. Your stomach must be making so much noise.”
As if on cue, Adam’s stomach gave a desperate rumble, loud enough to shake his ribcage.
“Wow,” Joseph said with a laugh. “You sound starved.”
“I am,” Adam groaned. “I’m so hungry. You could probably hear my stomach even if you weren’t on the phone with me. It won’t stop rumbling, Joey!”
“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re hungry.”
Adam laughed, and his stomach growled again. His dick throbbed again and he groaned. “Gods it’s turning me on too, fuck…”
“Oh? Getting excited from your own stomach are you? Usually it’s my stomach getting you all riled up.”
“Well with you gone I gotta stoop to a lower level now don’t I?” Adam teased. His stomach rumbled in protest however, pulling him back to the space between his legs. “Mmh, fuck…”
“Hey, why don’t you go get that vibe I bought you? The blue one?” Joseph said, his voice low and smiling.
“Hm? Oh, the one you said had a ‘surprise’ with it?” Adam said, shaking his head doggedly to clear it of the arousal.
“That’s the one.”
It took a moment for Adam to find it, but eventually he did, and got undressed, laying down on his bed.
“Now how the fuck do you turn it–”
Suddenly the vibrator turned itself on in his hand, a low, rumbly buzz.
“It’s remote control,” Joseph said. “Figured it would be fun for while I’m gone.”
Adam grinned. “You’re damn right.”
He put it against himself and immediately moaned with pleasure. His stomach growled again, making his dick throb against the vibrator.
“Good boy,” Joseph murmured into the phone. “Hungry thing, aren’t you? You barely got anything to eat today.”
“Mmh, I’m so hungry, I can’t stop thinking about food,” Adam sighed, his breath heavy.
“Getting so worked up will only make you hungrier won’t it? Poor thing you won’t be able to catch a break.”
Adam’s stomach growled again, and his back arched, drawing out the sound even deeper.
“Aww, your stomach is begging for food isn’t it. I bet you wish you could have all your favorites. Especially meat, you poor thing, I bet a nice, juicy, red steak is just what your belly needs right now.”
“Mmh, fuck, Joseph, I’m so hungry, I want that so bad–”
The vibrator suddenly kicked up a notch, buzzing harder against him and shifting in waves, making him gasp and squirm on his bed.
“Oh gods, oh that feels good,” he panted. His stomach groaned desperately again with the increase in his heart rate, and he gave a breathy laugh. “My belly doesn’t like that at all–mmh.”
“I bet it doesn’t. Poor thing doesn’t want you getting so worked up,” Joseph said. “All it wants is something warm and filling, but all it’s gotten are chips and berries. Not nearly enough to fill you up, big boy.”
“F-Fuck, Joseph, I think I’m gonna–”
“Mmm, not yet, hold on a little longer, I want your belly to growl one more time. Really show me how hungry you are.”
“I-I’ll try, this thing has a mind–fuck–mind of it’s own though, I don’t know if–”
*GROOOOOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLL*
“That’ll do it,” Joseph said, and suddenly the vibrator kicked it up one more notch, rumbling hard against Adam’s dick and he gasped, unable to hold back anymore and he came, waves of pleasure shaking his legs and arching his back.
It was a minute two later before Adam found the ability to speak properly again, panting out a few words at a time.
“That… felt so good… fuck… ugh my stomach…”
“You okay?” Joseph asked, his voice now the more gentle one he had when helping Adam in aftercare.
“Yeah, just hungry,” Adam laughed.
“Of course,” Joseph said, laughing himself. “I already ordered you some doordash, it should be there in a few minutes. Just make sure you’re wearing pants when you go to the door. It’s your favorite Chinese place.”
“I thought I was only supposed to eat blue food?”
“Yeah, but I’m not dumb, I’m not making you go to bed hungry,” Joseph said, and Adam could almost hear him roll his eyes. “You were good today, you deserve a nice reward. Also you need it, that’s how humans function and all that.”
“‘And all that,’” Adam echoed, sitting up slowly, still feeling a bit dazed from arousal. “Thanks Joey. You’re the sweetest.”
“Ya damn right,” Joseph said. “Now go eat, I don’t want you going to bed until every last noodle is in that belly.”
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I feel like the cottage/hunger AU thing would probably have a point where some of the characters have to wait a while to make their food because they didn't realize that it got frozen from the cold. Especially if they have to store meat with some amount of cold to preserve it, but the full weather gets in and freezes it.
not tolly the same. and srr it’s k//ng3r again but i love him
that poor guy😭 I hate that i love drawing this mean shit. tho i feel so bad for him
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idk what the fuck surface thats supposed to be but wheres my hunger girlies. a fun fact about toto is when hes feeling down he just Cannot eat
[ID: a drawing of a guy with a bruise under his eye, sitting with his head down on his arms on a table. he's crying quietly, and his tummy lets out a long, sad growl. a thought bubble over his head shows a jellyfish labeled "brainless" and "spineless."]
shortly following this image (they go to a weekly art class)
[hunger, mood-related lack of appetite, implied abuse, he eats in the end]
"Hey, Toto--oh, what happened?" Keonda looked up with concern as Toto set his watercolor pad on the stool beside hers.
"Huh?"
"Your face! What, did you get in a fight or something?"
"Oh! Um…" Toto thought about that, absently touching the bruise under his eye. "Um, no, it's nothin'."
Keonda gave him a skeptical look, but she didn't push the issue. She had a pretty good idea where that bruise had come from, and she supposed he probably wouldn't want to talk about it--he always hated making his wife sound bad. Deciding that attempting to cheer him up would be a better course of action, she changed the subject.
"Whatcha workin' on tonight?"
"Um, I think I'm gonna try to finish my flowers," he said, though he didn't sound confident. "What about you?"
"I finally finished my other thing last week so I'm lookin' at the setup with all the weird little statues."
The lecture was brief tonight--the instructor gave a few tips on color mixing and composition, then left everybody to it--and Keonda was happily sketching the interesting still life she'd been eyeing since it was put out. When she glanced over at Toto, though, her heart sank a little. He had the pad open to his half-finished painting, but he didn't seem to be doing anything with it. He was just gazing glumly down at the page, limply holding a dry paintbrush in his hand. He looked like he'd had the life sucked out of him. Just as she was about to say something, a long, whining growl came from his stomach. She glanced up at the clock. It was only just after seven, and the class went on until ten.
"Hey, didn't you eat dinner?"
"Huh? Oh, um, I wasn't, I wasn't hungry." That, she at least believed. Whenever he was feeling down, Toto's appetite left the building completely.
"Well, it sure seems like you're hungry now," said Keonda, giving his hollow tummy a gentle poke with the flat end of her pencil. "You didn't bring any snacks, did you?" He shook his head. She frowned.
"I'm alright," he said, just barely mustering up a smile for her. His stomach growled again, though, a weak, miserable sound, and he held an arm over it.
"You wanna grab dinner somewhere after class? We could sneak out a little early," she suggested. Toto thought about that, and, realizing that question was just too much for him to handle on a cloudy head and an empty stomach, she changed her approach.
"I'm gonna get pizza afterwards. I've been thinking about that place up the road all week. Come with me, alright?" Toto nodded obediently.
Keonda made good headway on her statues, but Toto found himself struggling to do much of anything that evening. He felt like a ragdoll. He added a little extra color to one of his leaves, a shadow here and there, but he simply couldn't find it in him to get into it. His empty belly ached, though the idea of eating anything still seemed unpalatable, and between that and his gloomy mood, there wasn't an ounce of focus in him. Keonda tried to chat with him while they worked, but not even her chipper demeanor could pull him out of the slump.
"Toto, what's on your mind?"
"Huh?"
"You're not here tonight. What's going on? Do you wanna talk about it?" Toto thought for a moment, then shook his head glumly, sniffling.
"It's just, um, it's just stuff," he said, wiping his eye. "It's my own fault anyway. It doesn't matter. Your statues look really nice." Keonda hopped down from her stool and hugged him tight.
"I won't bug you about it if you don't want to talk, but I'm sure it wasn't your fault," she said, patting his back. "Your flowers look nice too."
The time ticked by slowly, and it was a little after nine when Keonda started packing up, not an unusual time for a few people to head out. She didn't feel bad about dragging Toto out early; his forced attempts to work on his painting were utterly listless, and he was clearly starving. She thought the sound of his stomach growling was just about the loneliest, most pitiful noise she'd ever heard a human body make, and she was eager to get some hot food into him. She just hoped he wouldn't turn it down once they got there.
It was only a five minute drive before they met again in the parking lot of the pizza place. Keonda couldn't help noticing the waiter giving Toto an odd look as he brought them to a table, clearly wondering if the black eye was a sign of a troublemaker, and she felt immediately defensive, though she supposed it was a fair guess. He was quick to bring out their pizza though; the place was nearly empty at such a late hour. Toto nibbled at a fry, more to appease his friend than anything else, and she slid a slice of pizza onto a plate for him.
"I'm not lettin' you out of here 'til you eat," she said, passing him the plate. She'd ordered a Margherita pizza, knowing Toto was a sucker for basil, and, sure enough, she could see something subtle open up in his expression as the smell of it wafted up toward him. Finally giving in, he took a small bite for her.
While Toto's lack of appetite was often a result of a bad mood, it had a way of cycling back into a factor for it as well. Not eating all afternoon hadn't done a thing to help him feel better, but as he slowly worked his way through the slice of pizza, he began to perk up ever so slightly.
"You're-you're a good friend," said Toto, pausing to take a little sip of his soda. The ache in his belly was fading, and while he was still feeling down, it was hard to deny the effect of her company and her kindness.
"You are too, Toto, and you're a good person," said Keonda. "Whatever's going on at home, you deserve better, alright?" He seemed unsure about that, but he didn't argue. He simply gave her a sheepish smile--much less forced this time than the smile he'd tried to reassure her with earlier--and took another bite of pizza.
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