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After working three days non stop on all of this, I can finally announce I’m taking my first set of Commissions!

PLS DM IF INTERESTED. I ONLY USE CASH APP ATM.

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🚨 URGENT: WILL BE HOMELESS BY NOVEMBER🚨 (Please read)

https://gofund.me/0a91818f

As much as I try to keep my personal life away from my online presence through anonymity, I fear I have no other choice but to come here and speak of something that’s been chipping at me since early September.

I was recently unfairly terminated from my job early back in September. Fired due to my mother being sick I will add. She is physically disabled, and I am her only caretaker. It was honestly a hellish work environment for me prior to all of this, and I’m still kinda glad I’m away from that place for the sake of my mental health…

Since then I’ve yet to find a replacement job. I Can’t/ am unable to qualify for food assistance programs or government assistance programs as of right now. I’ve looked into other options via donation but even that has ended with nothing special. My family has refused to help at all during this, so… I’m really at my whits end.

A couple of close friends of mine have suggested I start a gofundme. I’ve never done anything like this before so I don’t know what to put here…

But please, any little bit helps. Help Myself and My Mom stay in our home. Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

https://gofund.me/0a91818f

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you guys work almost faster than i can draw! here's the second part, the poor boy's so hungry now :33

first part

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thank you all for 1k followers! this is my first ever hunger drive! will you be nice to this boy, or will you bully him? :3

second part

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i enjoy feedism as a form of healing so so much

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tbh i would kill for a written piece about a day in teddys life when he's having his werewolf cravings. the diner fic with him was so fucking good dude & i can't stop wondering about that big breakfast, lunch, and dinner he had tbhhh

hi this has been sitting here for like a month😭😭😭 quick goofy little thing

[cycle of hunger & stuffing]

His belly rumbled.

He smiled sheepishly, and Bruce simply laughed and ruffled his hair and made extra waffles that morning. Five fluffy waffles and a couple of eggs later, Teddy's belly was stuffed full, poking out adorably over the forgiving waist of his pajama pants and peeking out ever-so-slightly beneath the hem of his soft shirt. Luna snuck up behind him and gave his round tummy a fond pat. He tipped his head back to smile sleepily at her. Right now, he didn't think he'd be able to fit another bite if he tried. He hoped the big breakfast would hold him over until lunch. Yawning, holding one hand to his snug belly, he pushed himself up and helped clean up.

His belly rumbled.

It was only a couple hours after breakfast, and ordinarily, Teddy would still have felt too stuffed to move. The full moon was only a few days away, though, and his appetite had spiked through the roof, his body desperately trying to store away enough energy to transform. He looked at the clock. It was nowhere near lunchtime yet, but the hunger pangs were beginning to get to him. Reluctantly, he snuck away to the kitchen, hoping nobody would notice his snacking. His belly was still puffed out from breakfast, but his stomach didn't seem to care, and he managed to put away a couple of bananas and a handful of cookies before scampering off. He felt full once again, his stomach taut with the new addition.

His belly rumbled.

It had been rumbling away for the past hour, nagging at him to eat something, and he was relieved when it was finally an appropriate time to make lunch. His stomach guiding him more than his brain, he put together two big sandwiches, a hearty scoop of mashed potatoes left over from a few nights ago, and a can of soup. He nearly dropped the bowl in surprise when he turned around to see Luna in the doorway, watching with amusement. She grinned and patted his shoulder, and he smiled sheepishly, blushing. Feeling a little more at ease, he dug into his lunch, which was a very welcome guest in his aching stomach. He began to feel full around halfway through, but he pushed on and finished it, his stomach feeling strained and stretched as he swallowed the last bite. His tummy bulged comically against his normally-loose shirt, and he contemplated unbuttoning his jeans, which were now squeezing his distended middle a little too tightly. A little burp escaped him, and he covered his mouth, embarrassed. When he stood to clean up, he was suddenly aware of the enormous weight in his belly, and he stopped to hold it for a moment, stunned at how tight and swollen it felt. Then, with a soft sigh, he straightened up his mess and went on with his day.

His belly rumbled.

Teddy groaned and let his head fall back against the couch cushion. It hadn't been that long since his enormous lunch, and his belly still bulged absurdly from his small frame, threatening to pop the button of his jeans open if he moved the wrong way. His stomach didn't care, though; despite still being relatively full, his body wanted nutrients. Frustrated, he held his arms around his belly, trying in vain to suppress his hunger. It was no use. Sighing, he got himself a glass of juice, hoping to fill in the empty space long enough to hold himself until dinner. Juice was a poor substitute for food, though, and Bruce, noticing his growling tummy, urged him to have a snack. Reluctantly, he gave in and ate an apple and a big blueberry muffin from a pack they'd bought the other day. He had no idea how there was even room for it in his tightly-packed tummy. Once again, though, his hunger was appeased, at least for the time being.

His belly rumbled.

Anybody else might have looked at Teddy and thought he couldn't possibly hold another bite, let alone sit down for a nice big dinner. Bruce and Luna knew better. Despite his well-stuffed belly, he was ravenous, and Bruce was on the case. It was a nice evening to break out the grill, and while a passing neighbor might have assumed he was cooking for a crowd, it was only the three of them. Together, they sat out back for a dinner of burgers and hotdogs, with Luna's signature deviled eggs and a potato salad Teddy had made on the side. Teddy ate two burgers and hotdogs each, along with a few eggs and a big scoop of the potato salad. On an average day, he wouldn't have been able to eat that much on an empty stomach, let alone an overstuffed one, but his friends knew well enough that the approaching full moon was another story. By the time he was finished, unbuttoning his jeans was no longer optional, and he leaned back in his seat with a sigh and a stifled burp, resting his hands on his belly. His entire system felt like it was stretched drum-tight, working hard against the ridiculous amount of food he'd managed to put away in one day, letting out soft little gurgles and grumbles as it tried to digest everything. He couldn't imagine trying to eat anything else; he was so full he wasn't sure he'd even be able to get out of his seat.

His belly rumbled.

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Update I am caught up with Malevolent and in the middle of 2 fics but um. Damn

At least Arthur’s stomach is full of maggots now 😋

So I’ve been listening to Malevolent, I’m 6 episodes in and it’s already got me hooked. There’s a mystery right off the bat and it’s a pretty darn good listen!

But not only that ☝️ There is also a lot of tummy potential in the series’ main man: Arthur.

[Spoilers under the cut if you intend to listen to it]

Since John hopped aboard, Arthur has basically been constantly on the move trying to figure out what’s going on. The first leg of the story takes place at the end of Arthur’s work day and then he’s subsequently dragged out of the city, into the woods, into the spookiest house in the world, and then essentially kidnapped.

All in all a very bad 12 hours

I know I’m just getting into it but I hope, because John is stuck in Arthur’s body, that later down the line he will urge Arthur to stop once in awhile to eat something or get some sleep.

Because the alternative is Arthur running himself to exhaustion, which he seems perfectly capable of doing while he’s distracted with John and the mystery they’re trying to solve.

ANYWAYS The second leg of the journey picks up with Arthur waking up from a month-long coma, which is already great whump as he’s weak and learning how to walk again once he’s up.

John also comments that Arthur looks like a “thinner, paler, gaunter version of himself”

Because this motherfucker was in a coma and hasn’t eaten in a month bitch what did you expect!!!

We’re treated to this great scene in a diner after that, where Arthur FINALLY gets something to eat

And he was definitely hungry because John even comments that he ate quick.

Someone recovering from a coma really shouldn’t have eaten that fast without serious consequences but he was also up and walking within an hour and well enough to evade a giant fucking monster so it’s fiction and I’ll let it slide

Where I’ve left off Arthur has just spent the entire day rowing to an island in the middle of a lake

And after the coma I can’t help but think about how often Arthur is (not) eating! As of now he hasn’t eaten since his breakfast at the diner at the asscrack of dawn, and now it’s dusk.

There’s no way this guy isn’t hungry again after walking around and rowing all day!!!

Anyways that’s all I have to say on the topic at the moment: Once I’ve listened to more I’ll DEFINITELY come back with some writing because the brainworms have already taken hold. This fandom is small but if any of y’all happen to be into Malevolent, I’d love to talk about it. Otherwise I hope the rest of you give is a listen 👍

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"Every time I'm about to start drifting off, your belly rumbles and wakes me right back up."

absolutely adore your writing btw! you're an excellent writer and your characterization and dialogue are fantastic. thank you for sharing your work with us!

Thank you so much!!! It means the world when folks compliment my writing, it’s people like you who give me the motivation to post in the first place <3

CW: Hunger, that’s all

“Buck…”

“Mhm?” Buck stirred, yawning as he lifted his head to look at Dante, who was resting his head against his chest and staring back up at Buck with his brows furrowed.

“Are you hungry?” Dante asked, folding his arms under his chin as Buck blinked tiredly.

“Why-“ He began, but was cut off by his stomach growling. Buck’s face flushed, the embarrassment waking him up fully as Dante chuckled and poked his shirtless belly.

“Because every time I start to drift off, your belly rumbles and wakes me right back up.” Dante says as he begins to rub Buck’s empty tummy, which was still gurgling unhappily. “I don’t know how the hell you can sleep with it making all that noise, it’s been keeping me up all night…”

“Shoot, I’m sorry honey…” Buck frowned, leaning down to plant a kiss on Dante’s head. “I ate a heck of a lot at dinner tonight, I didn’t think I’d still be this hungry.”

“Well you ate dinner at 4, babe.” Dante reminded, smoothing his hand over Buck’s potbelly. Even while empty it still had a pleasant softness to it, and a roundness that began just under his pecs and sloped off by his hips, resulting in some very nice love handles. When Buck was full his belly was much rounder and firmer, but right now Dante could tell how hungry he was just by all the empty space he could feel beneath his fingers. And by how much noise it was making. “And now it’s the middle of the night. You gotta be starving.”

Buck’s stomach groaned, confirming Dante’s conclusion. He gave it some firmer rubs as Buck chuckled abashedly. “You ain’t wrong… I could go for a midnight snack.” He said expectantly, already thinking about everything they had in their fridge. Leftovers, lunch meat… His stomach churned and cramped, more than ready for Buck to get up and give into his appetite.

“But I am awful comfy… I’m likin’ this belly rub.”

Dante rolled his eyes. “You can’t be serious… Don’t you think some food in your belly would feel better?”

“Not as good as you sittin’ right here with me~” Buck flirted, which caused his partner to get up with a huff. Buck frowned and sat up, putting a hand on his aching belly now that the soothing rubs had ceased.

“Where you goin?” Buck called after Dante, who had left the room.

“To make you some damn food!” Dante called back. Buck rubbed his eyes and hoisted himself out of bed as the kitchen light flicked on to reveal his partner scrambling around the kitchen, gathering pots, pans and ingredients. “I know you’re feeling all well-rested and lovey-dovey but I still ain’t gotten any sleep.”

Buck shuffled behind Dante and wrapped his arms around him, leaning over to rest his chin atop his head. His stomach rumbled against Dante’s back.

“Sorry for makin’ you grouchy…”

“Yeah yeah-“ Dante glanced up at Buck, smiling slightly. “Just try not to let your tummy do all the talking for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I mean it. I don’t get why you always wait until you’re starving to eat.” Dante scolded, tossing some chicken in his pan, the sizzle and smell of it cooking nearly causing Buck’s tummy to riot. “You know I don’t mind cooking a second dinner, or picking up some dessert.”

Buck smiled slightly. “You don’t gotta be doin’ all that for me.”

“If it means I can get some sleep, I’ll do anything you want.” Dante insisted, glancing back at Buck playfully. Buck just laughed and leaned over to kiss Dante’s cheek.

“Now who’s flirting?”

“I’m making you food, I’m doing more than flirting Buck.” Dante kissed him back. “Now, do you want garlic or pesto sauce?”

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thankyouuu @y-so-hungry for sending a prompt !!!

[hunger, he eats in the end]

"Excuse me, I hired a pillow, not a white noise machine," teased Luna, giving her friend's soft belly a playful poke.

"You get what you pay for," Teddy said with a shrug.

"Oh? And what forms of payment does it accept?"

"Umm, sandwiches, hoagies, burgers, grilled cheese…" His belly rumbled loudly at the thought of the food, and Luna laughed.

"You just named four kinds of sandwiches," she giggled. "Is that what you're in the mood for, by any chance?"

"Maybe…" Teddy smiled sheepishly. His stomach growled in agreement. He shifted in his seat, preparing to get up, but Luna didn't move. In fact, she threw an arm around his waist, her head still planted upon his plush tummy.

"Wait, I can't let you up yet, I'm too cozy," she said, snuggling up against his belly. "I'm sure your tummy can wait a little longer." Teddy let out a heavy sigh of playful annoyance and settled back into the couch cushion. The peckish feeling in his stomach grew and grew, though, and it wasn't long before his tummy was aching just as much as it was rumbling. He shifted uncomfortably, his belly tensing up under her ear as his grouchy stomach was gripped by a harsh pang.

"Alright, alright," Luna relented, patting his belly as she sat up. No longer compressed by the weight of her head, it suddenly felt emptier than ever, and it let out a loud, impatient whine. Teddy pushed himself upright with a groan, holding a hand to his empty middle as he trudged off to the kitchen.

One big sandwich later, Teddy was pleasantly stuffed, and he flopped back down onto the couch beside his friend. Luna happily returned her head to its spot on his pillowy tummy, and it left out a soft little gurgle of contentment as its contents settled under her weight.

"Better?" She gave his full tummy a gentle pat.

"Yeah."

"Good."

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how about dialogue prompts for laying/sleeping with the head on their partner's hungry(ish) tummy pls

"Y'know, it's hard to sleep with you making all this noise."

"Feeling a little hungry?"

"Sounds like somebody needs a midnight snack."

"Mm, your belly's making me sleepy."

"Wait, I can't let you up yet, I'm too cozy. I'm sure your tummy can wait a little longer."

"Sheesh, you're making me feel hungry too!"

"Y'know, I think this pillow could use a little stuffing."

"Every time I'm about to start drifting off, your belly rumbles and wakes me right back up."

"Didn't you eat dinner tonight?"

"As nice as this white noise is, I think it's time we get some food in you."

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So I’ve been listening to Malevolent, I’m 6 episodes in and it’s already got me hooked. There’s a mystery right off the bat and it’s a pretty darn good listen!

But not only that ☝️ There is also a lot of tummy potential in the series’ main man: Arthur.

[Spoilers under the cut if you intend to listen to it]

Since John hopped aboard, Arthur has basically been constantly on the move trying to figure out what’s going on. The first leg of the story takes place at the end of Arthur’s work day and then he’s subsequently dragged out of the city, into the woods, into the spookiest house in the world, and then essentially kidnapped.

All in all a very bad 12 hours

I know I’m just getting into it but I hope, because John is stuck in Arthur’s body, that later down the line he will urge Arthur to stop once in awhile to eat something or get some sleep.

Because the alternative is Arthur running himself to exhaustion, which he seems perfectly capable of doing while he’s distracted with John and the mystery they’re trying to solve.

ANYWAYS The second leg of the journey picks up with Arthur waking up from a month-long coma, which is already great whump as he’s weak and learning how to walk again once he’s up.

John also comments that Arthur looks like a “thinner, paler, gaunter version of himself”

Because this motherfucker was in a coma and hasn’t eaten in a month bitch what did you expect!!!

We’re treated to this great scene in a diner after that, where Arthur FINALLY gets something to eat

And he was definitely hungry because John even comments that he ate quick.

Someone recovering from a coma really shouldn’t have eaten that fast without serious consequences but he was also up and walking within an hour and well enough to evade a giant fucking monster so it’s fiction and I’ll let it slide

Where I’ve left off Arthur has just spent the entire day rowing to an island in the middle of a lake

And after the coma I can’t help but think about how often Arthur is (not) eating! As of now he hasn’t eaten since his breakfast at the diner at the asscrack of dawn, and now it’s dusk.

There’s no way this guy isn’t hungry again after walking around and rowing all day!!!

Anyways that’s all I have to say on the topic at the moment: Once I’ve listened to more I’ll DEFINITELY come back with some writing because the brainworms have already taken hold. This fandom is small but if any of y’all happen to be into Malevolent, I’d love to talk about it. Otherwise I hope the rest of you give is a listen 👍

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ok this is kinda long & rambling & not really what i wanted it to be bc my brain was half hanging out the entire time & i was too impatient to wait for it to squeeze back in

[stuffing]

"Are you sure that's enough potatoes?"

"Shut up," said Alfie as he chopped up the last potato in the bag, and Marsha laughed.

"Hey, I just wanna make sure you're not gonna leave the table hungry," she teased, slipping her hand between the undone bottom buttons of his shirt and giving his soft belly a friendly squeeze.

"You're gonna be the one leavin' hungry if you don't watch it," he said, turning to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Hey, you two, play nice," said Max, clacking his tongs at them. Marsha and Alfie exchanged a knowing smile, then engulfed Max in a double bear hug, drawing a grunt out of him as they squeezed him tight.

Some people might have supposed the chances of Alfie leaving the table hungry were slim to none, given that he'd eaten a few donuts at work not that long ago and lunch not long before that. Those same people would likely have been unfamiliar with Alfie's appetite. Marsha supposed he could have eaten half a bakery and still been hungry for dinner. Fortunately, there was plenty to go around tonight: a hefty chicken, a big pan of broccoli, asparagus, and squash, and an enormous pot of Alfie's famous mashed potatoes for good measure.

Despite his still-slightly-full stomach, Alfie's appetite was perfectly intact, and he put himself together a nice big plate before joining his partners at the table. His belly rumbled. He was far from starving, but mashed potatoes were a weakness of his, and he'd been thinking about them all day. Sitting down with a big scoop on his plate, he gladly dipped his fork into it and took a bite.

"You would not believe the idiot day I had at work," said Max, cutting a bite of chicken. "Somebody decided to let a live lobster loose in the hallway. You know who had to go wrangle it?"

"I like the mental image of you wrangling a lobster," laughed Marsha. "Get someone to record it next time, I wanna see."

"Please, it's probably all over Snapchat or whatever the kids are on anymore."

"Imagine that. Our Maxie, a star," grinned Alfie, patting him on the back. Max rolled his eyes.

"And what'd you all do today?"

"I didn't wrangle any lobsters but I did have to wrangle a cat," said Marsha. "This dumbass brought him in without a carrier. Like a cat's gonna sit patiently in a waiting room full of other animals."

"People are ridiculous," said Max, shaking his head. He turned to Alfie. "How about you, what'd you wrangle?"

"Just Leon's decrepit Nissan," said Alfie. "It broke down in the Dollar General driveway, he and that bitchy old queen he's always got on his arm had to shove it all the way up the little incline."

"He still has that thing? How has it not just fallen to pieces yet?"

"Because he keeps bringin' it to me! I am so sick to death of that stupid car."

"Hey, he's keeping you in business," said Marsha.

The three went on chattering away as they ate, and Alfie was so caught up in the conversation that he managed to clear his plate completely without even realizing it. He looked down at the empty plate, surprised, then, after a moment of consideration, got up for a sizable second scoop of potatoes. He was far from hungry now, but the food had yet to lose its appeal, and there was more than enough left in the pot; it only made sense to have a little extra.

"How are you not full yet? I don't think I'm even gonna be able to finish what's on my plate," said Max.

"Oh, do you even hear yourself? Alfie doesn't get full," Marsha teased.

"Well, take the rest of mine," said Max, sliding his plate over to Alfie. "I'm stuffed."

Alfie's stomach capacity was impressive, but the extra potatoes alone were enough to fill him up after starting the big meal on a not-so-empty stomach. He could feel the waist of his pants beginning to tighten around his belly, but that wasn't going to stop him from finishing off Max's scraps. It was only a little bit, after all; it would be silly to put them back with the rest. And besides, Alfie was never one to back down from a challenge, even if it wasn't really a challenge at all. Despite the heavy feeling swelling in his stomach, he went on eating.

It was rare for Alfie to really feel stuffed, but as he finished off the last few bites of Max's dinner, he found that feeling growing closer. His belly felt taut and packed, bulging out firmly now against his jeans. He was glad to be done as he scooped up the last little bite of broccoli, feeling utterly stuffed and ready to quit, when Marsha's plate suddenly joined the other two in front of him.

"I think I'm done," she said, leaning back in her seat. "You can have the rest of mine."

Alfie held a tentative hand against his belly. It pushed out impressively against his shirt, sticking out so far that it pressed against the table when he leaned forward to accept the plate. There wasn't much on it--Marsha's appetite was considerably bigger than Max's, albeit still smaller than his--but right now, those few bites of chicken and potato seemed like an enormous amount. Still, it was in front of him, and it was only a tiny bit. Reluctantly, he picked his fork up again and got to work.

Getting through Marsha's leftovers wasn't easy, but Alfie managed it. Each bite stretched his stomach just a little bit further, and the pressure building inside his belly was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He was so concentrated on putting away those few little bites that he didn't even notice Max leaving the table to retrieve the gluten free cake he'd made the night before.

"Ooh, fancy," said Marsha, admiring the shapely dessert.

"Figured I oughtta put somethin' together since we were makin' a nice dinner." Max cut each of them a small piece and distributed the plates. Alfie's overstuffed belly let out a soft gurgle of dismay. If he hadn't been out of space before taking Marsha's scraps, he certainly was now. His stomach felt drum-tight, pushing out round and firm and straining the waist of his jeans, and he half-doubted he'd even be able to get up from the chair. Still, he couldn't resist at least a bite of the dessert. Max was an excellent baker, after all, and the slice was already cut.

The first bite of the cake, though delicious, went down hard, and his stomach groaned uncomfortably as it struggled to fit it. The second bite was even more difficult. Finally, after forcing down a third bite, Alfie set down his fork and leaned back in his seat, his round tummy bulging absurdly out in front of him.

"What, you're not gonna finish?" Marsha gave him a perplexed look. Alfie shook his head, resting a hand on his belly.

"I can't fit another bite," he confessed. Marsha looked surprised, then amused.

"Why, Alfie Shannon," she teased, pointing her fork at him. "I didn't think that belly of yours had a limit!" Alfie halfheartedly stuck his tongue out at her, then slumped down in his seat, both hands sitting atop his tummy.

It wasn't until the three of them finally got up from the table that Marsha and Max realized just how much Alfie's belly was sticking out. He felt heavy and sleepy, weighed down by the enormous mass of food stretching his stomach. Still, he helped clean up, albeit moving a lot more slowly than usual.

"Poor Alfie, look at that big belly," said Marsha, giving his distended tummy a gentle pat. "Go lay down, we've got it."

"I'm fine," said Alfie, but when she insisted again, he didn't argue. His belly was aching now that he was up and moving, and he wanted nothing more than to sprawl out on the couch, which he gladly did. His round tummy stuck straight up from his stocky frame, the lower half exposed between the undone bottom buttons of his shirt. With a soft grunt, he reached down and unbuttoned his pants. It didn't do much to relieve the pressure, but at least the jeans were no longer digging into his skin.

It didn't take long for the other two to finish straightening up the kitchen, and they were soon sitting on either side of their mouthy little partner. Marsha lifted his head to lay it on her lap, and he looked up at her, a rare softness in his dark eyes. She smiled down at him and placed a hand on his belly.

"Y'know, you're pretty cute when you're too full to mouth off," she said, patting his tummy. It made a heavy thumping sound, packed solid after the enormous meal.

"I'd say the same to you, but I don't think I've seen it yet," he said, nothing but fondness in his voice.

"Hey, watch it or I'm gonna start squeezing."

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finally fed max after saying i was gonna like 84 years ago. very mild forgive me the next one will be more thrilling

[very mild hunger, very mild stuffing]

"Look at you, with your little summer tummy," Marsha giggled, slipping her arms around Max's waist from behind. The summer tummy was a rare sight. It only began to show up around July, and it was typically gone not long after the beginning of September. It was small, just barely enough to it for it to poke out against his shirt, but it was there: a tiny little pooch of proof that Max was, for a few months, relaxed enough to eat regularly. Right now it was particularly visible, peeking out ever so slightly beneath the hem of the little tank top that he usually only wore to bed.

"I bet we could get you lookin' nice and solid if you got yourself a new job," said Alfie. "Get a nice sit-down job, you'd get a good belly on you."

"Oh, please," grinned Max, rolling his eyes. "I have a sit-down job, they just don't let me sit down for it." He went on chopping vegetables, trying not to squirm at the tickly sensation of Marsha kneading that tiny bit of softness. Finally, he stopped and turned around in her arms.

"You are gonna make me chop my fingers off," he said, hugging her tight. He rested his chin atop her head. Alfie bumped him aside with his hip and took over the chopping.

"Hey, lovebirds, you're slackin' off."

"Hey, lovebird yourself. C'mere and gimme a kiss," said Max, leaning down to give Alfie a peck on the cheek. Alfie set down the knife and threw his arms around Max, pulling him down for a kiss and nearly toppling both him and Marsha over in the process.

"Alfie, you ape," exclaimed Marsha, laughing. Alfie leaned in and gave her a kiss too before releasing them. As he did, Max's belly rumbled softly. Alfie smiled and patted it.

"Come on, let's get this shit in the oven," he said, dumping the vegetables in the pan.

Together, the trio made an attractive dinner of roasted chicken and vegetables, primarily carrots and potatoes, laid out comfortably on each plate over a bed of rice. Marsha dished out the portions evenly while Max set the table and Alfie wiped down the counter. Three Marsha-sized portions meant, of course, that Max's was a hair too big for his appetite and Alfie's was a hair too small, but that was alright. There was plenty left in the pan, and Alfie could dip into it for seconds if finishing off Max's leftovers still failed to fill his bottomless stomach.

Max was hungrier than he'd thought. He'd eaten lunch earlier than usual that day, then spent a long afternoon straightening up the house, not that he ever let it get particularly un-straightened. Still, after hours of dusting, sweeping, and vacuuming, his stomach was growling eagerly for a bite of hot food, and he happily dug in. The tender chicken and flavorful vegetables were a welcome guest in his watering mouth, and even more welcome in his hungry belly.

"I may have put a little too much on your plate," said Marsha. "Although, who knows, maybe you've got room in there." She gave Max a friendly poke in the tummy.

"I don't know, that thing's pretty small," said Alfie with an impish smile. Max gave him a look of playful annoyance. "Hey, we'll work on it! Go on, get eating, we'll have you fattened up in no time." Max rolled his eyes and scooped up another forkful of rice.

It didn't take long for Max's hunger to be sated--he was never a big eater, after all--but he still had food on his plate and some space in his stomach, his capacity improved by eating more regularly than he did during the school year. Still enjoying the tasty homemade dinner, he went on eating where he might ordinarily have had to call it quits. He felt pleasantly full, and while there was a vague snugness blooming in his tummy, discomfort was not yet on the horizon.

"Hey, you're really going at it," remarked Marsha, impressed. "I didn't think you'd be able to finish that much!"

"Well, I know a couple of good cooks, and they make it hard to quit," said Max. He was admittedly beginning to feel pretty full now, but there was only a little bit left on his plate. He paused for a moment, considering his belly. It felt tight, but not uncomfortable. He let a tiny bit of swallowed air rise up and silently escape, and then he scooped up another bite.

The last few bites were more difficult to put away than the rest had been. Space was limited now in Max's full tummy, and each bite made it feel just a little bit tighter. For a moment, he thought he wouldn't be able to finish after all, but, against all odds, he cleaned his plate.

"Hey, alright, Max!" Alfie gave him an approving thump on the back. It dislodged a sudden burp, and Max blushed, but Alfie just laughed.

Max didn't realize how much his belly was poking out until he stood up to clean. It was still smaller than both his partners' bellies even when they weren't full, but it was noticeable on his skinny frame, especially in his little tank top. There was more skin peeking out than there had been before, revealing a snug little bulge framed nicely between his hipbones. Marsha smiled and hugged him from behind, cupping his tummy in her hands. She was amused to find that some of the softness had been lost to the tautness of his full stomach.

"I can't believe you finished all that," she said, bumping her head against his shoulder. "You must be stuffed!"

"A little," he confessed. "It was good, though."

"Well, it makes me happy to see you eating more. You get so damn skinny during the school year!"

"I know, I know. I'll be better about it this year."

"Mm, I'll believe it when I see it," chuckled Marsha.

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(Here's my first OC scenario! For context, Milo is a wereraccoon outlaw. His twin brother, Eden, is a werecat, and part of the same outlaw gang. Blair, who I will explore later, is Milo's wife. And my apologies for the long build-up to the slightly-short good part; I love writing lore, perhaps a bit too much. My next pieces will be more hunger-centric, I promise.) Being a werebeast definitely had its drawbacks. Of course, Milo wouldn't give up his lycanthropy(procyonthropy?) for anything in the world- being a wereraccoon was in his blood. That being said, he sometimes had sneaky, guilt-ridden moments where he wished that he hadn't been born with such a fate. He didn't know how Eden handled it. They were twins, but they had such different forms. Eden was a werecat, and he enjoyed scratches between the ears and curling up between people's feet. Milo was the opposite- he was aggressive and sulky, and had a bad habit of running off to break into stores or hiding in the nearest tree to growl at unsuspecting passersby. Last night had been a full moon. He'd run off. Again. And had gotten lost. AGAIN. He couldn't remember where his gang had been last and his senses were still muddled from the previous night's lunacy. Now, he was laying on the forest floor and in pain all over. Milo tried to sat up but was given a nasty surprise when his scalp smarted. A raspy groan rumbled up from his throat as he reached behind his head and yanked the lock of hair that had punished him. After a quick tug, his hair was free. He turned to see what he had been caught on, and frowned when his eyes beheld a fractured root protruding from the ground, with more than a few strands of his fiery ginger mane tangled on the edges. After lamenting the fact that he had neglected his hair while transformed, he stood up to inspect the other damage. His clothes seemed fine, aside from the usual wear and tear- he would have Blair stitch it up. Other than that, everything else was fine. He had taken off his boots and his hat before the sun had set, so they were safe, and he knew his weapons were with Blair. As Milo raised his head to sniff at the air with his crooked nose, his tummy wrenched and let out a plaintive growl. He clapped his hands to it and his face burned hot like a blacksmith's forge. This was another aspect of his beastly life that he didn't care for- the extreme post-transformation hunger. His stomach groaned. The noise cut over the sounds of the birds and insects in the surrounding pines. Milo winced and doubled over. His once-red cheeks paled to a ghostly white, and he mumbled, "shaddup. We'll get ya fed." His belly gurgled in distrust as its owner stood back up, and raised his head to sniff again. He couldn't catch a scent aside from the wildlife around him and his own, but the smell of himself was all he needed to get back home, provided that his gang hadn't moved or gone looking for him. He turned on his heel and began to walk back the way he came, his crooked nose twitching as he retraced his scent.

Milo's gut nagged at him like a grumbling gadfly. It moaned and howled as he followed last night's trail. "Hush," he scolded after it released a particularly painful gurgle. "Stoppit. I'll feed ye when we get home." His tummy didn't like that response. It churned and rumbled and twisted itself into a tizzy. Milo stumbled as a hunger pang skittered from his epigastric region into the pit of his abdomen, where it sat and made his whole tummy ache. He came to a stop, and sighed, pressing his hands into his tummy. "Staaaawp," he complained. "Stop growlin' at me!" He kneaded his fingers into the area below his ribcage where the rumbles originated. "We'll get fed as soon as we get home, but that'll take longer if ye keep growlin', so hush it!" Milo's stomach let out a squealing noise akin to a whimper. Milo sighed. He looked ahead, and saw smoke rising over the hill in front of him. He smiled. Camp. His tummy let out one final growl of relief as he dashed towards his gang, desperate for some hot food and for information about the trouble he'd caused the night before.

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Your character and their friends just ate lunch, but your character has a notoriously big appetite, and it's not long before they're hungry again. They feel silly saying so when their friends are still plenty full, so they keep quiet about it, intending to eat when they return home. Eventually, though, their rumbly belly gives them away, and their amused friends urge them to have a snack.

absolutely adore your writing & ocs btw

Thank you so much! It really means a lot to me when folks like my characters and my writing :D

For the first time in awhile, Buck had a weekend off.

This didn’t happen often. He usually only closed up his auto repair shop on Fridays and reopened on Saturday, but his buddies Lenny and Bruce, two of his regulars, had planned a fishing trip and invited Buck and Dante. Dante wasn’t on a case at the moment and Buck ran the auto repair himself, so he figured it wasn’t the worst idea in the world to close up shop and take a weekend to relax.

But it was also the weekend just before the full moon, which meant that Buck’s appetite was in full swing. Despite Dante worrying about it, Buck wasn’t going to turn during the trip. But he would sure as hell feel it coming.

Buck already had a pretty big appetite to begin with, being as tall as he was. He could clean his plate at any restaurant, he always took seconds, and he snacked frequently throughout the day. Now that he wasn’t a high school football player anymore and instead just beginning his thirties, his healthy appetite had left him with a strong physique and a soft middle. But during the days leading up to the full moon he just felt like a bottomless pit: Whatever he ate never seemed to be enough. Thankfully Dante was an excellent cook and had done enough research on werewolves to help keep his tummy quite satisfied, but when it wasn’t, it made sure everyone knew just how hungry he was.

During the drive up to the lakeside town his stomach had started to growl despite having eaten breakfast less than two hours ago, and as a result he’d had to endure Lenny and Bruce making jabs at him about his belly whenever it made itself known during the ride. They’d stopped at a diner as soon as they rolled into town, and were just now heading out to shop for supplies for their trip.

“That should keep Buck full for about thirty minutes.” Bruce teased, leading the pack down the street and towards the supermarket.

“Yeah well I’ll be full until dinnertime…” Lenny groaned, rubbing his stomach as Buck scratched his neck bashfully at the comment.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine until then too fellas.” He insisted, at which Dante raised an eyebrow in his direction. They’d all eaten a lot: All four men had gotten some variety of sandwich or lunch special with a side, and three of them were leaving the restaurant positively stuffed. And while Buck did feel fine, he also felt like he had enough room for a second course.

“I hope so, because we got a lotta shit to do until then.” Bruce said as he grabbed a cart. “Speaking of, Dante, you wanna find something for dinner tonight? Buck here tells me you’re a hell of a cook.”

“Oh yeah, no problem.” Dante agreed, smiling slightly at Buck.

“And we will find the rest of the shit for the cabin.” Lenny interjected, and they peeled off to hunt for their respective things. Buck tagged along with Lenny and Bruce because he knew they’d end up at the fishing counter, and he had to get some bait and tackle of his own. But not too long into their shopping, Buck felt that persistent ache begin to gnaw at his stomach again. He rubbed it discreetly and just hoped it would stay quiet as his friends were hemming and hawing over which bait was better and which hooks they should use, and the store was loud enough that any noises his tummy made weren’t too noticeable.

But once they rolled around to the food section to start picking up snacks, Buck found it much harder to ignore his tummy. It was definitely never a good idea to shop on an empty stomach, because now food was the only thing on his mind after walking through aisle after aisle of snacks, desserts, frozen treats, and everything in between. His tummy was already rumbling something fierce, but thankfully the hum of the freezers and whatever conversation Lenny and Bruce were having was enough to keep the attention off his noisy gut.

Eventually they regrouped with Dante by the produce section, flagging him down as they scanned for an open checkout lane.

“Wha’d you get for dinner?” Bruce called as they walked over to meet him, and Dante held up some of his ingredients triumphantly. Buck watched the package of raw chicken like it was a steak being waved right in front of him.

“I’m making one of Buck’s favorites: Chicken Scampi.” Dante proclaimed, only for Buck’s stomach to howl a terribly loud and hollow-sounding noise. He slapped a hand over his belly and chuckled nervously.

“Sorry, I s’pose I’m just really looking forward to that Chicken Scampi.” The other guys chuckled too, but Dante made sure to give him a pointed look that came across as worried.

“Well could you make it now Dante? Doesn’t sound like he can wait much longer.” Lenny joked as they got into line. Considering Buck’s stomach was snarling over the beeping of the cash registers, he was probably right.

“No, but I can get him a snack.” Dante insisted, piling his ingredients on the belt and adding a few extra bags of beef jerky on there with them. And as soon as they were checked out, Dante shoved them into Buck’s hands as Lenny and Bruce checked out their things.

“Eat.” Dante said sternly, standing beside the other. “This is your time off too y’know, so don’t worry about trying to follow our eating schedules. I know you hate being hungry.”

Buck tore open a bag of jerky and immediately stuffed as many pieces as he could fit into his mouth. Minding his manners, he did finish chewing before he got out a “Thank you, honey.” between bites. Dante just gave Buck’s belly an affectionate pat.

“Anytime. And don’t worry, I got enough to feed a family of ten, so make sure you eat you fill tonight.” Dante pointed at Buck sternly, as if he needed to be convinced.

“That shouldn’t be no problem at all.”

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can i please have some cozy, domestic hunger story/dialogue prompts where the hungry one tries to hide it for whatever reason (bashfulness, not being in their own home, politeness, etc) only for their tummy to rat them out, greatly embarrassing them? thx!

Your character has been at a friend or partner's house for hours, and they haven't eaten at all since they got there. They don't want to bring it up, but their tummy keeps growling, and the other person, not realizing what it is, keeps trying to figure out where the sound is coming from. When they finally realize, the apologetic host sweeps your sheepish character off to the kitchen to get them something to eat.

Your character is meeting their partner's parents and desperately wants to make a good impression. They were too nervous to eat beforehand, though, and now they're absolutely starving. They're timidly chatting with the parents, hoping they're doing a good job, when their belly suddenly rumbles loudly, leaving no question as to whether it was heard. Your character is mortified, but the parents just laugh and suggest that maybe it's time for dinner.

Your character is hanging out with a friend or partner, and they're self-conscious about their appetite, always worrying about people thinking they eat too much. As a result, they try to avoid eating around their loved ones. When they spend the day with the other person, though, they eventually can't hide their hunger anymore. When their empty tummy finally speaks up for them, the friend/partner makes sure they eat their fill, eating along with them so they won't feel so bad.

Your character and their friends just ate lunch, but your character has a notoriously big appetite, and it's not long before they're hungry again. They feel silly saying so when their friends are still plenty full, so they keep quiet about it, intending to eat when they return home. Eventually, though, their rumbly belly gives them away, and their amused friends urge them to have a snack.

Your character is resting up after an illness/medical procedure/flareup/etc, and they need some help getting things so they don't strain themself. They're feeling hungry, but they don't want to bother the person caring for them while they're busy, so they don't say anything, intending to wait until mealtime so they can just eat together. The sound of their tummy rumbling alerts their companion to their plight, though, and they're more than happy to grab your character something to eat.

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Hello There!

Forgive me for any formatting issues or this not being pretty but I'm tired and this is my first time actually posting on this site. Either way, it's nice to meet all y'all here. I'm Glurpy. I go by she/her pronouns, I'm 20 years old, and I love to write SFW k!nk. While I do have other 'interests,' this blog will mainly be about hunger, stomach growls, and tummies in general. I will be writing scenarios with both my own OCs(who I will introduce as we go along depending on how I feel that day, the moon cycle, how much laundry is in the hamper, and other irrelevant occurrences that have slight impacts on my mood) and characters from Red//Dead//Redemption. Most of my writing will be either character x OC or OC x OC, and will mostly be oneshots. Other writings will include prompt ideas and OC analyses. As I am extraordinarily tired and sick, I will continue this at a later time. Feel free to send me prompts, questions about what I prefer, or asks about what I will/will not write. (And my apologies if this is rather formal, I swear I don't chat like this normally.)