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I had to go to the doctor and I had a light breakfast before going because it was kind of a surprise appointment. They decided I need an EKG so the nurse told me to take my shirt off. I did, and I expected her to hand me a gown so I could be covered up (embarrassed about my chubby tummy, also the room is cold) but she just directed me to lay down and started putting the wires on me. And she told me to relax but I felt a hunger pang like my stomach was gearing up to growl. I tried so hard to not focus on that and breathe normally so she could get a good reading. The reading only took a minute so my stomach stayed quiet but my god I'm lucky because I think I would've had a real heart attack.

Hope everyone is doing well. I've been battling health issues (mental and physical) and a not-so-great home situation since September. But things are slowly getting better and I will have some content sometime in January. I will be okay.

I haven't made many posts at all but I really appreciate the community here ♡ thank you.

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Hope everyone is doing well. I've been battling health issues (mental and physical) and a not-so-great home situation since September. But things are slowly getting better and I will have some content sometime in January. I will be okay.

I haven't made many posts at all but I really appreciate the community here ♡ thank you.

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#love this!!!!

Indulgences

That's right, we're putting the "middle" in Middle Ages today, because for some reason it's super hot to me to imagine the way this kink must have presented itself through time. It's a little wild that everyone who was even slightly interested in belly noises prior to recorded audio media just had to hope they had a shot at hearing something IRL. So with that being said...

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Caterina tussled with the basket on her arm and picked up her dark brown skirts as she tried to keep pace with her friend, Beatrice. The Tuscan sun was beating hot on her headscarf, and she could feel an unflattering flush creeping over her cheeks an neck as she scrabbled over the rocky path.

"Is it much farther? Cook called for apples, she didn't say we needed to march halfway to Firenze to fetch them."

Beatrice shot her a look over her shoulder.

"You know she'll box our ears if we bring back anything less than the best, and I know just the orchard. Rarely guarded, apples sweeter than honey. We've only been going for about fifteen minutes, surely that isn't too long for you? It's only a little further, she did say only to be back before vespers."

Caterina tucked a damp ringlet back into her scarf as she picked up her stride again. Beatrice paused to wait for her, a slight sheen on her brow. They stopped to stand atop the crest of a hill that surveyed rows of gnarled, old trees that gently waved in the breeze. Even from here, both of them could see the large, ruby apples perched in the branches, ripe for the taking. Caterina felt her stomach clench with longing. It had been a long time since breakfast. With Beatrice's lack of details and general impulsivity, she hadn't had time or thought to grab anything to eat. They'd kept a breakneck pace here, too. She imagined the juice of the apples sliding sweet and warm down her throat, satisfying her hunger and thirst. Her belly gave a quiet, hollow moan. Out of the corner of her eye, Caterina swore she saw Beatrice freeze and clutch her basket a little tighter.

"Come now, this is it. Just down the hill, and we can pick all we'd like. Eat all we'd like too."

At this mention, Caterina's stomach gave up all pretense and fairly howled. Beatrice's belly joined in near the end with an angry churn. Both laughed, flushed and embarrassed. Caterina felt a flutter ignite as the wheedling growl from Beatrice's stomach came to a close. There was something so...enticing about the harmonies that pitched themselves from her body. They were rare to catch, the kitchen was always so noisy to work in. Caterina only got to hear these divine noises if Beatrice was particularly hungry and she happened to be close by. Sometimes, if she happened to wake up in the night, she would catch an errant rumble or two, especially if food was scarce. And there was one time where there was a wedding feast and they both ate so much food that they nearly split their gowns. Caterina could hear both their bellies roiling happily, sloshing and squelching as if possessed by the sin of gluttony itself. Beatrice fell asleep with her head on Caterina's stomach that night, saying that its softness and warmth was more comfortable than her straw pillow. The entire night, she could feel her belly bubbling under Bea's cheek, and could hear Bea's belly groaning from where she lay nearby. All Caterina knew was that this moment sparked something in her. From that moment on, she craved listening to the noises from the human belly, especially Beatrice's, the way one might crave sweets.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice they were in the orchard until the dappled shade provided some relief from the sun itself.

"Here..." Beatrice tossed an apple at a startled Caterina "I heard your belly womble up there. Eat."

Caterina snorted as she blushed. "Like yours wasn't." But she ate the apple anyways. She stifled a moan--this was truly the best apple she'd ever eaten. Honey-sweet, sticky, juicy, she could barely keep herself from devouring it like a beast. Her stomach wasn't as restrained and snarled ferally as she picked a second apple, tossing the core of the first to the ground. Bea laughed, plucking an apple for herself as Caterina worked on her second one. Sated, Cat got to work filling her basket, remembering that they couldn't just carry apples inside themselves--that would be no use to Cook. Faintly humming, she picked and picked until the basket was so heavy, she wondered how she would be able to lug it back the entire walk home.

Then she realized she hadn't heard from Beatrice.

"Bea?"

No reply. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"Beatrice?"

"Over here..." a faint moan emanated from a few trees away.

Caterina dropped her basket, picked up her skirts, and ran.

"Did you fall? Twist your ankle? Are you...?" The sight before her made her breath cut short.

More apple cores than she could immediately count lay strewn around her friend, who lay against a tree. Beatrice was pulling at the stays on the front of her deep green bodice, which were clearly straining to hold Beatrice's belly in.

"I shall need to confess the sin of gluttony or else pay indulgences I fear, though I am paying for it already..." she moaned

Bea desperately pulled at her stays and her stomach let out a long, sickly squelch. Caterina felt her face flush. Bea's brows creased.

"Such shame you feel that you will not help your friend? Do I not suffer enough now?"

"No, Beatrice..."

She knelt to help her friend undo her bodice, fingers trembling with the woolen ropes.

"Do you remember the wedding feast?"

She saw Beatrice's face flush to match the color of her own.

"Yes."

"And do you not remember what gluttony led us towards on that evening as well? How full and troubled our bellies became?"

The flush on Beatrice's face deepened and she couldn't meet Caterina's gaze.

"I remember much."

"As do I. I remember you resting your head upon my belly as a pillow, despite the songs it sang. Or perhaps because of them? And do you think it coincidence that I try to find myself closer to you in the kitchens around midday, when I know you will be hungriest?"

Beatrice's eyes snapped to Caterina's.

"There is no coincidence, dearest Beatrice. We like what we like. And I should like to help your belly and listen to the songs it sings."

Bea's eyes shone, a grin overtaking the grimace on her face.

"Consider this payment, then, for my shame. I should have told you at the wedding feast. Undo my stays. We have until just before vespers."

Almost frantically, Caterina renewed her efforts to undo Beatrice's bodice, which relented an inch at a time as it loosened. Beatrice gasped with relief as it came undone, and her belly renewed its efforts to digest all the apples it contained now that it wasn't constrained. Cat gently placed her hand on her friend's stomach.

"Your insides bubble as if they are the very boiling pits of hell."

"They ache much the same. Tell me, can you hear the damned within me as well? Do you hear them screaming, or the devils dancing? Come, listen."

She gestured languidly to her swollen stomach, even as she tipped her head back in pain. Caterina nestled her ear against the swell of Bea's stomach. She was awash in noises. If hell had opened up within Beatrice, all of its chaos was unleashed without restraint. The apples were causing havoc inside her, sharp churns and thick, deep moans. Occasionally there was a bubbling, rushing squelch as the contents of her belly seemed to flip over entirely. Cat could feel those against her cheek particularly well, as those noises seemed to travel across the arc of her swollen belly. Bea's hand gently stroked her hair as she continued to listen in.

"This must be close to heaven."

"And what do you think, my Caterina? Do you hear the screams of the damned or the army of hell within me?"

Cat laughed. "Truly, it does sound hellish in there for you--I hear both. It sounded heavenly to me though. I quite enjoyed the sounds your belly was making."

Bea hummed, continuing to stroke Caterina's hair as she rested against her side. A series of crunches, followed by small glorps and pops and a series of angry gurgles took Cat by surprise. She chanced a look up to see Bea eating another apple, a stray strand of golden hair hanging loose from her headscarf as the juice ran down her chin, eye closed in bliss as she savored the taste, sunlight and shade dancing across her enraptured face. Were it not so blasphemous, Cat would've sworn Beatrice was the image of a pagan fertility goddess--one hand pressed to her swollen belly, the other holding the apple as her symbol, lips pressed to it as if in a kiss.

"I did not think you could fit another apple inside your gullet."

She sat up from Bea's turgid belly, rubbing it gently.

"I do not even need to be up close to hear it."

Both of them quietly listened to it churn for a time before Bea's face took stock of the position of the sun in the sky and paled.

"Caterina, we must go back."

"Surely that occurred to you beforehand? I do not relish it, but..."

Bea shook her head, gestured down to her churning stomach, and tugged gently on her bodice, her eyes wide.

"We'll need to shove my belly back into my bodice somehow, and walk the twenty minutes back!" She moaned in dismay.

"You must hold in your belly as much as you can while I lace your bodice tight. I will be as gentle as I can. It will not be comfortable, but you only must last as long as it takes to deliver the apples to Cook. I will tell her it was too hot as we were walking and you must lay down, and I can attend to you then."

Bea nodded. She took a deep breath in, her stomach making a sickly squelch as its contents looked futilely for somewhere to go. Cat fought between sympathy and some other heated emotion she couldn't name as Beatrice's belly trembled with the effort of staying sucked in.

"There's a good girl."

She whimpered as Caterina laced the bodice as tightly as possible. The stays creaked, Bea's stomach squealed and groaned, Bea whimpered quietly. But the job was done, and by all appearances, Beatrice's stomach was just about normal.

"You can hardly tell that you gorged yourself on near a tree's worth of apples, unless you can hear the stays creaking." Cat reassured Beatrice.

"Or the lion's roar my belly gives every minute to punish me for my gluttony!" Bea cried.

"Just let me talk loudly and I will drown out your stomach." Cat soothed.

Bea's stomach gave a deep, liquidy rush as if rising to the challenge. Cat felt her face heat as her eyes assessed her friend's belly. There was just barely a curve to it, even with the stays tied their tightest, as if a secret was packed away there that only she knew about.

Bea threw her hands in the air with exasperation. "Jesus, Cat! If you keep staring at my middle and blushing like that, Cook won't have to guess at much, will she?"

Cat blinked and felt her blush deepen.

"I feel a fire in me when I think about your belly and its noises, and it blazes brighter when we're sneaking around with it right now, that's all."

"Me too, but heaven's sake, it won't burn at all if you get us caught!"

Groaning and pressing a hand to her belly, Beatrice grabbed the basket of apples and pressed it into Caterina's arms. They had to stop several times on the walk back to the villa so Bea could rest, her face growing paler and paler as they went. Sweat was beading on her forehead, and it wasn't from the walk. The gurgles that were hellish but contained in the orchard now sounded mutinous and murderous. If there had been an army of demons and damnation in Bea's belly before, they were minutes from tearing their way through to the mortal plane. Cat was genuinely worried.

"Are you going to make it?"

Bea winced as a new set of sharp, liquid sounding gurgles tore through her, causing her to double over and claw at her bodice.

"I must. Just take care of me after."

They arrived at the villa at last. Bea forced herself to stand straight, held her chin up, and Cat gave her the basket of apples.

"Some thing to press against your belly. It may help."

They shuffled into the kitchen, where cook waited.

"Took you long enough. Where on God's green earth did you wander off to?"

"Bea knew of a better orchard than the ones around here. Not quite sure where."

Cat heard a low glugging start next to her and raised her voice. She tried to make her sentence outlast the sickly churn of Beatrice's stomach.

"You'll find these apples are much sweeter than the ones outside the villa and much better for cooking with no matter what you decide to make for whatever the master of the house has called for to put upon the table for whatever guests he may be having or whatever occasion he may be celebrating as of late."

Cook stared at her blankly.

"Right." She turned to look at Beatrice. "And what's with you? Look pale. You brought sweating sickness in? We don't need any plague!"

"Just feeling faint from the sun. Was a long walk there and back, I didn't have enough water."

"So long as it isn't plague. Go upstairs and rest. Caterina, look after her."

Bea murmured something about picking flowers before resting and Cat knew she was likely exorcising the worst of her issues outside. Before long, a pale and exhausted Beatrice stumbled upstairs. Cat rushed to her side and quickly undid her stays. Bea moaned as her bodice came off, her belly revealing its swollen state under her dress. Cat helped her undress down to her chemise and settle on to her pallet, her burgeoning belly still making its displeasure known.

"Will you ever eat an apple again?"

Beatrice half chuckled, half moaned.

"I will remember your face staring at my belly, confined by my bodice while it sang and screamed. Sirens have less power over sailors. I would eat an orchard of apples again, for you."

The thought, though, made her grimace as her stomach twisted and churned, audibly protesting. Cat pressed her palm firmly against the dome of her friend-turned-beloved's stomach and began to rub in large, slow circles. She could feel the spasming and twitching begin to slow, melting under her touch. The bubbling gurgles intensified as Beatrice's belly began to handle its work better.

"When we were in the orchard, while I was listening to your belly and you ate that final apple, you were so beautiful I thought maybe you were a goddess."

Bea hummed, a wicked glint in her eye.

"That's blasphemous, you know. You'll have to pay quite the indulgence to get that sin forgiven."

Cat gently pressed down on Bea's belly until it squealed for mercy, Bea gasping slightly, hands curling and uncurling on the pallet.

"And what of your indulgence today?" She let up on the pressure, gently biting her lip as Beatrice's stomach gently quivered back into place, gurgling and complaining as it went.

Bea panted, face flushed.

"I think I'm paying for it now."

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This one's for the asexuals who love 2 jerk off and are kinky n shit but also would not touch irl sex with a ten foot pole if you paid them. I love you, I am you, please never stop you are literally perfect

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thinking about that voiceline again

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going to be completely honest i really like tummies that are fat/soft or at least have a little bit of pudge on them rumbling from hunger. idk there's just something to me about the juxtaposition between a soft, chubby belly that looks like it's never missed a meal groaning and shaking and trembling from hunger that just really gets me going.

cuddling up to a belly that looks all tubby and fat but inside it's completely rumbly, empty and hollow. nuzzling and kissing a starved, chubby tummy while it moans for food and feeling it tremble and shake underneath all that fat. poking and squishing a fat tummy while it rumbles? rubbing it and playing with it while it's extra soft and jiggly? etc

idk the contrast between a very well-fed looking belly and the supposed emptiness and neglect and lack of food = 100000/10 to me ok

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Tell me folks. What is that one fictional character (male, female, neither, whatever) that ended up being the reason you developed a tummy kink? Be honest, ain't no one judging here

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characters who know the sound of their tummy is comforting or pleasing to someone else and purposefully eat things that make their stomach active/overeat/wait until they’re hungry in order to cause those noises

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Laying between someone’s legs so that your head rests right against their hungry morning tummy while they play with your hair. you yawn and innocently ask what they want for breakfast, nestling into their warmth. before they can speak, their stomach answers on cue with an intense and empty rumble. after having heard that, you find it very hard to leave that perfectly comfortable spot of yours.

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So I had a thought-

A character wrapping a measuring tape around another character’s waist for whatever reason, knelt down right at level with their tummy, and right as they’re adjusting it to the perfect length the stomach before them growls startlingly loud, making them drop their measuring tape.

“You realize I’ll be getting ill-fitted measurements if your stomach is empty, right?”

“…I skipped lunch…”

“Oh- whatever. I’ll just add a few centimeters to the final number…”

This works either with thin tummies and bigger tummies but I am partial to tiny tummies :3

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T/M/A ep 147/148 spoilers ⬇️

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I'm only on ep 148 so idk if more of this is coming up but I can't stop thinking about him ugh.

Headcanoning his hunger for statements being felt as actual, physical hunger. Maybe he tries to eat normal food but it doesn't fill him up at all. So he gets more and more hungry and desperate until he can't fight it any longer. His stomach complaining the whole time. I know someone's probably already made a post like this one I just need you to think about it right now for a minute ok. Good. Ok now back to work

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H.imeko's stomach grumbling because all she had for breakfast was a hot cup of coffee...

Or also, TB, D.an H.eng, or other character of your choice invited to the Express, is pressured to try her coffee, and to be honest its really not that bad so they drink the whole cup she made for them and then a bit later its disagreeing with them 🙃 (happens to me all the time...)

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Thank you all for your kind words 💕 it has been uploaded to AO3. I have another t/m/a in the works, it does not include j.on/m.artin but I think it'll still be worth the read.

I WILL write another j.on and m.artin at some point becuase they are my fave characters.

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I uhh decided to write a fic... up now on my profile

Does anyone make M.agnus A.rchives belly kink content I need it I am dying please thanks ❤

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22 (Colony) - Supplemental (M.agnus A.rchives)

(Spoilers for ep 22, takes place immediately after. I am aware I didn't follow the episode exactly. Please enjoy)

CW: hunger kink, stomach noises, a little bit of stuffing

Jon listened intently to Martin's statement and kept a stoic expression. After Martin was done recalling his traumatic event, Jon clicked the tape recorder off. “There's a room in the Archives I use to sleep when working late. I suggest you stay there for now,” he said, getting up from his desk. “I'll set up the bed for you, you must be tired. Wait here.”

Martin was surprised. He wasn't sure that Jon would take this seriously, much less offer to set him up here. “Oh, r-really? You don't have to… uh, thanks…” Martin trailed off and looked at the clock on the wall. 8:44PM. Everyone else had definitely gone home. He was lucky Jon was still here, working late. Now that he was done explaining everything, He took a deep breath and tried to allow himself to relax in the chair.

Now he felt how tired he was, the restless nights catching up to him. The hours he had spent pacing around, making sure windows were sealed, and when he did manage to fall asleep, being jolted awake by the sounds of pounding and scratching.

He became aware of an aching pain in his stomach, and it let out a low rumble. He hadn't said anything to Jon, but in the last few days he got so sick of his final rations, canned peaches, that he barely ate at all. Not that he had much time to feel hungry, as he had been preoccupied with making sure Prentiss couldn't get in. Now that he was in a safer environment, he had no distraction from his hunger.

Normally he kept himself well fed… he's not sure the last time he's gone this long without a proper meal. Maybe Jon has some leftovers in the break room fridge, he thought. The feeling of emptiness was overwhelming as his stomach tensed and growled again. He really shouldn't wait any longer. He got up to seek out Jon.

Jon had already unfolded a cot, and some blankets and a pillow lie neatly on the table. Busy draping a sheet over the cot, he didn't look up when Martin entered the doorway with his arms crossed around his belly, in an attempt to comfort himself.

“Jon, um, is there anything in the fridge?”

“Huh? No, I don't think so, why-”

Martin winced as his stomach released a loud growl, his arms doing nothing to muffle the sound. Jon looked up and met his wince with an expression of pity.

“Oh, Martin, you… you should've said something earlier.”

“I didn't feel hungry until now…” He said, looking down and concerned, hugging himself even tighter.

Seeing Martin in this state made Jon feel flustered. He knew Martin has a crush on him, but he totally, definitely does not reciprocate the feeling. And Martin is not cute, especially when he's hungry.

“Well, just, sit here ok? I'll think of something for you,” he said, gesturing to the cot, and trying to get Martin to look away from his blushing face. Martin didn't have enough energy to question his tone, so he did as he was told. 

Jon thought for a moment, and then took out his phone. “I know it's not a very healthy option, but… Pizza place is still open. If I remember correctly, you like pepperoni on yours?”

“Yeah, that would be great,” he replied, and Jon dialed the phone and stepped outside the room to place the order and grab his wallet. 

“It'll take 30 minutes. Are you ok?” Jon said when he re-entered.

“Y-yeah. It's… it just hurts. I've never felt so- ugh,” He was interrupted by another wave of aching pain, followed by more noise from his impatient stomach.

Jon sat down next to Martin. “I, um... Here, can I touch?”

“Huh?”

“When I have stomach pain,” Jon explained, “For me, it helps when I rub it. It might help you feel better.”

“Ok,” Martin said, and moved his arms out of the way. He wasn't going to object to his crush touching him. Jon placed his hand gently on the left side of his belly. He pressed down a bit more to feel the squishiness of Martin's empty belly through his shirt, and he felt it rumble desperately and Martin made a little noise of discomfort. Jon rubbed back and forth, then in circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. Enjoying his touch, Martin let his body relax a bit, and Jon adjusted himself closer and pulled Martin into him.

“Mm, that feels good…”

Under the palm of his hand he could feel it rumbling frequently, and he strained his ears to listen but some of it was too deep inside to hear. Martin closed his eyes and breathed calmly.

The front entrance's doorbell rang and Jon flinched at the noise. “Ah, there it is,” he said, getting out of position, causing Martin to almost fall over. He quickly came back in with two pizza boxes.

He set them down on the table and opened them up. Pepperoni for Martin, and Margherita for Jon. “You can have a slice of mine, though, if you want.” Jon offered. 

They sat next to each other and ate without much conversation. Martin focused on trying to pace himself, so he doesn't overwhelm his stomach. It was so warm, so delicious… some of the best pizza he ever had, he proclaimed to Jon, who responded, amused, “No way, you just think that because you're so hungry.”

He felt the emptiness fade away, being replaced by satisfaction and warmth. He had swallowed the last bite when he realized he was very full, his belly now quite firm and round. He sighed contently. Jon tossed the boxes out.

“I'm exhausted,” Martin laid down and covered himself with the blanket.

“Where are you gonna sleep?” He asked.

“Well, there's only one cot, but there's a sleeping bag, so I could sleep on the floor.”

“Oh.” Martin was disappointed by his idea.

“I-I really missed you, Jon… I would like your company for a bit longer.”

“…Yeah. I would like that too. I missed you as well.”

Martin shifted to one side as much as he could so the other man could climb in. The makeshift bed was small, so their bodies were touching no matter how they lay. Neither of them minded that, though. It was comfortable enough, much better than a sleeping bag on the floor. As they drifted off to sleep, Jon could hear Martin's stomach gurgling quietly, digesting the meal happily. They were together that night, safe, comfortable, and full, and it was wonderful.

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♡ Introduction ♡

Hi, my name is May, she/they, asexual biromantic.

I only check this blog once a week (ish) and I am new to tumblr, so I apologize for my slowness in responding. ❤

I like to write and draw. Hyperfixated on G.enshin and H.onkai S.tar R.ail, and maybe a little bit of M.agnus Archives.

Hunger kink, stuffing kink, feeding, a little bit of weight gain

This will be updated as I get more comfortable (again new to posting so I dont really know what im doing)

Minors DNI. I do not support eating disorders. Please take care of yourself ❤ you are loved

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