Hehehehe Now My Mistakes Can NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!!!!

Sometimes I fear that ppl won't like my blog bc I'm strongly into both the softer more tender and the grosser more taboo sides of digestion, and it's pretty rare to be into both

But I gotta remember that that's me and I don't need to cater to everyone! I'm here to enjoy and spread that kinky joy to whoever wants it!

Plus I hope blacklisting tags helps?? IDK I'm new to Tumblr lol

hunger kink with my pardner

I've been open to them about my hunger kink ever since before we were dating, and they like to indulge me in all my tummy kinks :3

Once I went to see a show with them in the evening, and I hadn't eaten the entire day prior 🥵 There was food there, but jfc it cost a down payment on a house lol. Ofc I told them beforehand that I was hungry for kink's sake, but my cheap ass refused the food 😩✨ So I didn't buy the food there, but they bought a(n admittedly sucky AND small for $16) plate meal.

Throughout the show, they offered me bites of their food. I didn't wanna rob food from them after saying I didn't want any but... I was so hungry and they offered!! 🥺🥺🥺 I will admit, I was mayyybe eyeing their plate just a little while my tummy squeezed and rumbled inside me. I hesitantly grabbed their fork to cut off the tiniest bite of meat and rice, and had to stop myself from taking another. It tasted kinda bland but... Hungry... 🥺🤤

A little bit later they said, "you really are hungry, aren't you?"

Me: "Yea but, how can you tell?"

Them: "Your hands were shaking the entire time you had the fork."

I just- 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥺🥺🥺🥺😳😳😳💦💦💦💦!!!

Oh they're so observant.... My beloved 😍

That moment still lives rent-negative in my head good gosh and yep I was very aroused the entire time including now

hi Tumblr sorry I dropped off for a lil! No reason really I just didn't know what to post

Anyway I'm super hyped about the new tw/st story content!!! Oh boy do I have some headcanons about id/ia's search history

ok hear me out but have u ever thought of torture w it? Like ofc consensual but like chaining someone up and continuously ripping mad ass in their lap ((they can't get away))

or someone doing THAT to YOU🧁🌺🎀

My boyfriend sent me this fucking amazing scenario and it's all I've been able to think about

So I've written this piece for it

Enjoy, I know I fucking did ^-^

CONTENT WARNINGS: Gas (of course), restraints, dubious consent/mild torture (with the gas), mild knifeplay, read at your own risk fellas ~~~

You’d known this would happen, really. When he’d taken you out to eat — to that lovely pasta place you two loved to visit — he’d ordered way more than you knew he could handle. All that free bread, too. You’d watched him. It didn’t take long for his stomach to start its familiar protest, gurgling and grumbling under his shirt while he drove. Each time it did, he’d wince, and pull a pained little face. You could tell he was trying to ignore it, to keep it out of the conversation, but you just couldn’t let that happen.

You were poking fun. Literally, and figuratively. Teasing, taunting, reaching out to prod at his gut. He couldn’t exactly push you away — you were in the passenger seat, right next to him — and with every jab, you could feel how full he was. Poor guy. He grit his teeth, and tried to endure it. “I’m fine.” He’d insisted. “Just… lay off it, ok?” Like hell you’d listen to that. More teasing, poking, bratty little retorts. Almost like you were having a conversation with his bubbling belly.

You could tell it pissed him off. He furrowed his dark brows, cheeks burning and shoulders hunched. He kept hissing little demands, pleading, asking you to stop. Softly at first, but more forcefully, the more you teased and sassed. You ignored him, like a brat. By the time you’d gotten home, he practically slammed the door of the car shut, storming inside stiffly. Fuming.

You followed close behind. “What’s the matter??” You giggled, hovering over his shoulder. “Too embarrassed to admit you have gas??”

You saw his jaw clenched the second you uttered those words. His sharp eyes darting, staring daggers at you. You’d never seen him look so stern. It sent a chill down your spine, and you faltered a little. Clearly not enough to deter him, though. He shot an arm out, grabbing at your wrist with surprising strength. His grip was so tight it hurt. You couldn’t have pulled away even if you wanted to — much to his amusement — and with a firm yank, he pulled you closer to him, lowering his mouth to your ear. His voice was husky.

“I warned you to watch your fucking mouth.” He seethed. Oh dear god…

He practically pulled you off your feet, dragging you halfway across the house, towards your shared bedroom. He was rough, and the corners of his lips twitched up into a sadistic-looking grin. His stomach continued to growl, softly, under his hand.

Grrrmmm…

He winced. If he was in pain, it didn’t last long, though, when he threw you carelessly onto the bedspread. His usual tenderness had all but entirely seeped from him, replaced with frustration and… well, a killer stomachache, you supposed. You barely had time to retain your composure before he grabbed you again. Your eyes went wide.

In your daze, he’d gone digging through the drawers by the bed. In his hands, he held a thick length of chain. By this point, his smirk had spread into a full grin, and he regarded you with wide, dark eyes. “Teach you a fuckin’ lesson, huh?” He muttered, almost to himself, as he yanked your arms up. You yelped — which he paid no attention to — and felt the cold restraint rubbing against your wrists.

Good lord. He was tying you to the bedframe.

“What the fuck-?” You managed to stammer, before a low growl cut you off. You couldn’t tell whether it came from his throat of his belly. He ignored your confusion. The restraint was tight, and held your poor arms up high, behind your head. No matter how hard you squirmed, the damn thing wouldn’t budge. Shit. You instantly regretted letting him practice so much on you.

He sat before you on the bed, taking a second to admire you. He chuckled deeply to himself, his voice rumbling in his chest. That laugh. It frightened you. “Not so cocky now, huh??” It was his turn to tease. His tone caused your cheeks to burn, and you lowered your eyes, squirming. Trying to tug on the chains. No luck.

He shuffled closer, putting a firm hand on your knee. He was warm. There was no way he was gonna… not now, right?? All because you teased him a little?? … He shuffled a little, from his place in front of you, sitting himself back down. Right in your lap. His weight pressed against your thighs, and the gesture took you by surprise, your eyes going wide.

His poor, overstuffed belly gave a low gurgle. It was a more desperate sound, and he huffed, placing his other hand on his side. Giving it a quick rub. “I can’t say you were wrong, though.” He chuckled. “I’ve been, ahem… holding back. For your sake.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean??You cocked your head, shooting him a confused look. All he did was laugh. And give a soft grunt. The unmistakable sound echoed through the room, and you felt it ripple against your lap, heating the area where he sat. You went stiff. No way he just…

But then the smell hit. God, it was awful. Fucking putrid, really, a disgusting concoction of whatever bullshit he’d eaten throughout the day. He sighed, in relief no doubt, while you thrashed about, turning your head, trying pathetically to escape the damn stench. Your arms were bound. Your couldn’t plug your nose, no matter how bad you tried. It burned.

His sadistic grin never once left his face, eyes scouring your writhing form. He was clearly amused. You could tell by the smug lilt in his voice. “I saved that just for you.” He seethed, grinding himself further against your leg. “Smells lovely, hmm?” You practically gagged. He clicked his tongue.

“Tsk, tsk, so unappreciative. Such a brat.”

You felt ashamed to be blushing at his words.

“God, that’s foul…” You managed to mutter. He scoffed, narrowing his eyes. That look, the one that made your blood run cold, returned to his face.

… He leaned over your pitiful form, reaching into a drawer behind you. He pulled out something metallic, that glinted under the dim light seeping through the closed blinds. A blade. Why the fuck did he have a knife on hand??

Never-mind that, though, because you had no time to think. Within a few seconds, he’d twirled it in his trained hand, and pressed the cold metal right against your collarbone. Your breath hitched. It was so close. You really had to watch that temper of his. “Watch yourself.” He demanded, shifting around in his seat. Still firmly pressed into your lap.

Grrrgggllmm…

He let out a shaky breath, biting his lip, and forced out another fetid, rippling burst. He strained to push it out, and you were worried he’d let the knife at your throat slip in the struggle. But he held it still.

Jesus Christ, the smell. Somehow worse the second time. You let out a sharp cough, and forced yourself to hold your breath. Blinking back the tears from your watery eyes. He didn’t seem to take too kindly to this, and with his only free hand, reached up towards your face, clamping it over your mouth. You couldn’t breathe.

You had no choice. You could usually hold it for a while, but god, it had taken you by surprise. Air was running thin, and it wasn’t long before you were forced to inhale sharply, through your nose.

Goddamn repulsive. He seemed overjoyed by your whines.

“You love it.” He hissed, pressing the cold metal further against your nape. One wrong move, and it’d slice straight from shoulder to jaw. “Go on, tell me. You love it.” You had no choice but to comply.

“I-… I love it.” Your words were muffled into his hands. His grin twitched cruelly.

“It smells good, huh??” “It… fuck-… it smells so good…”

So fucking degrading. You could tell it excited him. His rhythmic grinding against your thigh told you more than enough.

“You want more. Go on. Beg for me.” … You considered resisting, but a flick of his wrist reminded you who was in charge. You let out a strangled whimper. “I said beg.”

“Shit-… Please. Please, I want more.”

He tittered in mock disgust. “You’re fucking filthy.”

But he did as you’d asked. He lowered the hand clasping at your face, and pressed the heel of his palm into his stomach, causing it to growl and churn. He was coaxing more out, you could hear it. You have a last-ditch effort to tug at your wrists, trying one last time to free yourself. Hah. No luck.

The next one sounded awful. Loud, long, and almost sickly, damn near surprising him as well. It was a miracle that he could handle his own damn brand. Was this the kind of shit he was holding daily?? It almost made you regret picking on him so frequently.

“Go on.” He urged you. You were too light-headed to protest. You just hoped to god he’d spare you soon.

“It smells lovely-…” You stammered, swallowing back a gag as you spoke. “Th-… Thank you.”

“Good.”

For your good behaviour, he loosened the grip on his knife, giving you a little more room to breathe. Not that it’d help. Every single sniffle was tainted. And there you were, drinking it in, begging like some sort of animal. If he’d wanted to teach you a lesson, he’d made his point clear as fucking day.

But he wasn’t done with you yet. There was plenty more where that came from, you could tell. Might as well make the most of it. You could be there for a while.

First oc fic w/ Eve!! 🎆🔧👾

Thank you all for 40 follows!! At first I made this with AI for help which is why it's in second person (I made the rest myself, it's really only the eloquent parts that AI wrote lmao) but I tried to express the character's emotion and personality through the inner monologue. Sorry this is long and that I'm not the best writer! Also I didn't detail the character all too well bc I didn't want to specify it was them at the time

Warnings: scat, farts, messing, constipation, NSFT

Also maaaaybe I'll explore her kink journey in further installations~

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You're naked, fresh out of the shower. Since being cursed, you smell like death no matter how much you scrub yourself. You may as well give up at this point.

Even worse, your lower stomach is big enough to make you look pregnant. You're bloated as hell. You started this job a few weeks ago, and you've been way too tired and busy to shit– not that you could in a timely manner if you tried. Your guts had always been like this, constantly backed up with a ton of solid shit that refused to come out for at least a few days at a time. This damn curse has only made everything worse for you.

You let out an irritated sigh and palm the hard mass in your belly. You feel so full of shit, it's all so hard inside of you. You feel some pressure build up, and you force out a hot fart. It's tiny and silent, but the steam in the bathroom amplifies the rotten smell. You wrinkle your nose at the stink. That was awful even for you.

You put on a cropped shirt, a jacket, boyshorts, and some loose, ripped sweats. You still look bloated in these. Hell, your belly stuck out past your boobs- not like your boobs were ever even big enough to warrant a bra most days. You left the bathroom with another tiny, putrid puff of gas.

…

You and the crew are on break, preparing for your next mission. While tinkering with a new weapon, the pain in your packed guts reemerges. You break a sweat with how much it's cramping. You press deeply into the side where it hurts most. When you least expect it, it gurgles. Your stuck, backed up guts _gurgled. Things were finally moving down there, thank fuck. You would use the restroom soon, just implement a couple more parts…_

Your stomach gurgled again, a high-pitched whine of pressurized gas that descended into a deep groan. You reflexively put your hand to your bloated mess of a belly, feeling the taut surface under your skin. You gave it a small slap, and shook it. You could feel the gas bubbles crowding towards your asshole, and you eagerly pushed.

You expected a silent hiss as usual, but this fart was like a small foghorn compared to your normal track record. You quickly muffled it with your jacket pulled off and shoved under you, letting the rest of the fart rumble out of you for what felt like a whole minute as you rubbed and pushed into your bloated belly. The tainted jacket is still warm with your gas, and in your solitude and curiosity, you bring it up to your face to smell it.

The stench is overpowering. It's the awful odor of rotten meat and mold, yet it's earthy and sweet. You huff it deeply, reaching down to graze your fingers over your clothed clit. _The fuck? How is this turning you on? You've hated being bloated with a shit-ton of gas and shit all the time, even if eventually releasing it all was… borderline orgasmic. …Fuck, did you have any more in you?_

You did, in fact, have another fart coming. Still huffing your own fumes off the jacket, you rubbed your belly eagerly. You felt gas traveling throughout your lower left colon and further down. You quickly pulled down your pants, then shoved the jacket between your flat asscheeks. You pushed, burning hot gas rushing out of you with a muffled noise like that of a brass instrument. This fart was even longer, ending with a series of wet bubbles. You bit back what would have been an audible moan.

You brought the jacket to your nose, and sniffed. It was so strong, you felt almost lightheaded. You were wet with pleasure down there, and you began rubbing yourself over your panties. You moaned aloud this time, soft enough to be sufficiently muffled by the jacket. _What the hell, why not?_ You muffle a few rancid burps in the jacket between whiffs, savoring the intoxicating mix of gas from both your ends.

Just as you fart on your jacket again, a solid mass pokes out from between your cheeks. Fuck. You think to rush to the bathroom, but then again… You remember the last times you ran to the bathroom only to get it stuck again. These boxers were as old as shit, and you had spare panties. You sat back while on your knees, leaning forward and pushing into your stomach. _May as well try._

Grunting softly, you begin to push out the first log. It feels so wide, maybe as thick as your (admittedly skinny) wrists. You brace yourself against the wall, legs splayed apart for balance, and push harder. The log emerges inch by inch, dry and hard from being in your guts for ages. It breaks apart in your boxers as it exits. You grunt again, face contorted in effort, and finally, with a soft plop, the log is free.

You're not done, you can definitely feel more coming. You manage to free a second log, even larger than the first, with a grunt and a groan. It lands with a wet thud in your boxers on top of the first one. You're sweating now, your body shaking with the effort. You lean forward, both hands pressing into your lower abdomen, feeling the next one ready to emerge. You groan, a low, guttural sound, and push again.

Your body strains with the effort, every muscle taut as you bear down. The third log is the largest yet, and it takes several tries before you feel it begin to slide out. You brace yourself, panting heavily, and with one final, powerful push, it crackles out into your boxers, stretching them out from how full they are. You manage a few more small logs of shit before slumping back, panting and drenched in sweat.

You moan quietly, cupping the back of your boxers with one hand. The mass is fucking heavy, and you feel so much lighter. Your hole is sore, and your pussy is throbbing from the ecstasy of relief.

Just when you think it's over, a sudden series of loud gurgles ripples through your colon, shaking your stomach and rushing towards your hole. You clutch your stomach and _push._

A thunderous fart rushes out of your ass, rumbling on for ages. The sound is barely muffled by your mess, as it's heavy enough to have weighed your panties down away from your butt. Your stomach doesn't stop gurgling, all your gas finally unstuck and feeling almost infinitely generated inside of you.

Long, wet, bubbling farts blast out of you one after another. They go on, getting wetter and wetter, burning with heat as they come out.

_ssplrt_

_Shit- Gods, fuck, your stomach is cramping. This mess is gonna get ten fucking times worse..._ A sickeningly wet shart then blasts out of you, splattering your mess with the cherry on top that is a torrent of liquid diarrhea. You can feel your stomach deflate as the last of your shit demons are exorcized.

You slump over against the wall. _The fuck else can you do? Holy shit... literally._ You take a deep breath in. The air is polluted with the rotten smell of your shit- shit that's been fermenting in your guts for fucking weeks. Your loose hole is still spilling with a few airy farts as you catch your breath.

_Great. How the hell are you gonna clean this up?_

Please don't mind me I just really like idia shroud alright

Also maybe don't look at the rest of my blog without looking at all my warnings I can't pay for your therapy I'm just a broke little farmer

sorry I'm dead I'm stressed and lazy

ExLax anon from earlier. Not much is happening, but it just hit your six. The suspension is getting to me but I feel like it's going to be so worth the wait.

Certainly hot to hear anon~ 🥵 gotta love the tension of a big mess just up against your hole

Thx for sharing!

Have I rb'd this before? Ehh ask me anyway!

Revamped Fart Q&A

(noticed that one gassy q&a going around a lot so I thought people might appreciate some different questions!)

On a scale of 1 to 10 — 1 being rarely ever able to fart, 10 being incredibly gassy at all hours of the day — how gassy are you on average?

What triggers your farts? (foods, drinks, certain situations, etc.)

Do you push out your farts when you feel one coming, or let them come out on their own?

Do you ever get morning gas? How do you deal with it?

What aspect of farts do you enjoy the most? (sound, smell, sensation, "gross" factor, etc.)

How do you react to seeing/hearing people farting irl/in a non sexual scenario? Can you act natural and laugh it off?

Which would you prefer: farting on someone's lap, or having your lap farted on?

How do you feel about smell? Do you have a preferred type of stench?

Do you feel comfortable farting in front of others?

Have you ever accidentally farted when you didn't mean to?

Do you purposely eat trigger foods in order to make yourself gassy?

What do you do when you need to fart in public? Hold it in or let it out?

What do you think about the smell of your own farts? What do they smell like?

How do you feel about fart humour in media?

Do you like face farts? Would you ever do it if you had the chance?

Describe your favourite type of fart.

Thoughts on trapped gas/bloating?

Which would you prefer: massaging someone's gassy belly, or having your gassy belly massaged?

When did you know you had this kink? What triggered it?

Clothed or naked?

Embarrassed or shameless?

Silent or loud?

Does anyone know you have this kink? Would you ever tell anyone?

i love being a whore and also incredibly autistic last night my partner said it wanted to leave me set up in a fucking machine while it took notes and put them into spreadsheets and my vision went white it turned me on so much