#SO COMFY COZY AAAAAHHHH

[martianbugsbunny]

Couldn’t rb a piece of art that was basically this but Cassunzel a while ago and then not rb this, it’s gold!

Yeah when them Sleep Boys

I really love the amount of platonic love Tangled the series shows.. These three have my heart? Team Awesome of course includes Lance too. Who fell asleep first? Your guess is as good as mine.

I doodled this at 4am when I couldn’t sleep! So naturally made it into a full blown piece… Yes, I winged the background, please don’t mention it.

[saetoshis]

hi im in love with you - 🍡 anon

OHHHH YMGODHAKAK!!!)$4&( firsy off u picked the cutest emoji omgomgkakaka 🥲🥲 I LOVE U BACK NONNIE SNIFLE this is so sweet ill sob rn !

[lesbianoms]

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(Thought I might start the ask with the emojis, rather than just endin' it, make it easier recognize, sug')

Holdin' ye in strong strong arms, soft with a bit of fat, adorned with some gradient tan and a whole lotta freckles, both gifts from the sunshine, after she's held ye a while, prolly strokin' yer hair, maybe feedin' ye some, 'n quietly chattin', once ye're nice 'n relaxed 'n cozy, her squishy middle softly rumblin' every so often, I reckon she'd lean down, nice 'n slow, lightly kissin' yer forehead before she'd sit back upright, lickin' the taste from her lips. . .

Her lips, soft 'n so often wearin' a warm grin or a knowin' smirk, as indeed they wear now, begin to part, nice 'n slow, showin' them pearly whites (maybe her canines'e a lil' long, y'know, as a treat~), before her jaws too begin to drift open, nice 'n wide fer ye, her breath a warm breeze, gently glidin' past yer face. Liftin' ye in the way that only arms that've: developed (A): the strength to pick up 'n carry livestock or work for hours at a time, 'n (B): the gentle touch to hold a quail's egg while it hatches before tending to the hatchling, truly can, she'd raise ye up, up, up towards that open smile, perhaps usin' a finger to gently lift yer chin so ye might look up at her, as ye'd tenderly rise 'tween them pearly whites, through the smilin' lips 'n 'tween them warm, freckled cheeks, her tongue subtly extended a bit to welcome this pretty lil' lady inside~

Not unlike her outside, i reckon her throat, warm 'n rose-coloured, 'd be lined with thick 'n powerful muscles, softened over by a thin, squishy layer, the walls of her esophagus coaxin' ye along, bit by bit. There'd be no doubt, her throat's more than strong 'nough to suck yer whole self 'n more nonchalantly down her steamy craw in an instant, but. . . no. . . mo instead I think she'd go nice 'n slow, her slick, muscular gullet gratefully kneadin' at ye, gingerly massagin' ye along into her, inch by delicious inch as she savours ye.

In addition to the beckonin' gurgles 'n burbles o' the belly below, 'n the warm, tender kneadin' o' her gullet, i reckon ye'd hear, 'n moreso feel, the deep, thrummin' vibrations as, despite her partially full mouth, she lets slip a pleased ". . . mmmmmmmmnnnnnnn~. . ." at the mouthwaterin' flavor, her hand likely driftin' towards her throat to trace yer descent, or her plump gut, to rub in contented anticipation.

I reckon if her overalls hugged her plump curves rather snugly, she'd be liable to undo the straps, lettin' the top flap down some to give her treat some more room on yer journey. But if they had a tad more give to 'em, as I'd reckon she'd be inclined to wear by now in anticipation, well I reckon she'd leave 'em as is, let 'em hug her distendin' belly as well as they do her broad, broodin' hips~

More and more of ye'd glid between her smilin' lips, down her gullet, towards the peckish, bubblin' belly below. Many years of good livin''d've given her some stretchmarks on the outside, and inside things'd be similarly stretched, like elastic that don't quite snap all the way back no more. It'd be soft, cushy, 'n warm, a bit squish-and-stretchy, too, almost like if a comfy ol' blanket were flabby instead o' fuzzy. Cozy, 'n the stomach-linin'd occasionally flex or shift, tummy muscles strokin' yer body tenderly in rhythmic, lazily glidin' waves~. . .

. . . As the tail end of yer shape slid down her plump neck in the snallest bulge, her fingers tracin' down with it, i expect she'd lick and/or smack her lips, gettin' them dregs of yer taste with a pleased "Aaaaahhhh~. . .", lightly pattin' her swollen, chubby gut with satisfaction. Ye'd feel the muscular, cushy organ bobble a tad as she does, hear the faint Glnks from down deep. . . the slow, risin' sounds 'n vibrations from low, muffled places in her guts. The stomach'd quiver as the rumble o' activity slowly tumbled it's way up, burblin' 'n gurglin' 'round ye, with her hardly noticin' the faint bulgin' within her belly, too engrossed in feelin' yer movements, before at last the commotion bubbles up her throat and:

"buoOOOOOOOUUUUUURRrrrp!!!"

"Aaaaaaaah~. . . 'scuse me, there, sugarplum~" She'd sit back, maybe put her feet up, her hands wanderin' down to her round, swollen middle, fingertips gliding across its surface, thumbs rubbing lil' circles. Even partially reclined, her large hips and thighs'd create a fine cushion for her to rest her tubby tummy upon, as her drifting arms'd make their way towards the bottom, that she might lift her stomach, and therefore her food, up, gently cradlin' it to her body, holdin' ye in her paunch as much as her arms, rubbin' yer back(/kneadin' her gut) gently, softly thankin' ye for that, checkin' that ye're comfy in there, thankin' and praisin' ye you taste so good, lil' missy, coaxin' ye to settle in and get yerself all nice 'n cozy in there, Mama's bURp gotcha, sweetie, just relax and let this big ol' belly get to work~, remindin' ye to let her know if there's anything ye want or need as she sits back 'n tends to her tummy. . .

. . . should ye nod off, i think she'd chuckle, pattin' her tummy and wishin' ye sleep good, babygirl~, before, carefully so as not to jostle or disturb her gurgly, burbly belly, waddlin' off, to continue any other work she'd need to get done that day, maybe shooting the breeze with friends or acquaintances that pass by, all as casually as if she didn't have a pretty lil' lady in her doughy stomach, save for some occasional, subconscious strokin' of the bubbly swell of it~

(but, y'know, 's just a thought)

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Ohhh G-Goddddddd…. Oh GOOODDDD YES…. 💖💖

OP, you truly know how to get this preygirl going…. hhhhhhhhnnnnnn the way you describe her stomach sounds like absolute paradise is waiting for me down there <33

Currently snuggled up and cozied in bed, wishing that the warm sheets currently wrapped around my squirming form were the delightfully slimy and churning walls of her…

Ohhhh what I wouldn’t give to be ingested by my tall, southern sweetheart <33 I’d just love to slosh around in her juices right about now

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I can see the glorious buildup, of me resting my head against her pudgy tummy like always, feeling my heart race and flutter as she picks me up, realizing that she’s bout to “formally introduce” me to that soft, pudgy gut of hers that I’ve always wanted to get better acquainted with…. and the woman herself, that kind southern soul, who I would loooove to get to know more… intimately~

Feeling the heat of her breath on me as she parts her lips to make me her lunch, I’m sure that I’d be a squirmy snack all the way down. Or maybe I’d be quiet, peaceful… that grumbly pillow having lulled me into a sense of security, so dazed and blissed out as I enter her~ knowing that she’ll take goooood care of me in there mmjynhnhnh

Each hug from her powerful esophagus would see me mewling like a newborn calf. I’d be in absolute heaven as she gulped me down into that gut~ oooooooh~ and finally arriving, that belly was made for me, made to fit my shape… to keep me all tight and snug~

I think a big part what makes this scenario so good is the nurturing, caring nature of Tall Southern Mombod Pred, and how her huge gut reflects that. Your descriptions of how flabby and stretchy it would be inside her stomach, it makes me yearn to be her prey~ the outside, the inside, the whole stuffed organ… whatever part it is you’re talking about, the cushy warmth of my lady’s stomach is so uuuuuGGHn <3

The part about the overalls gets me especially excited… wonder if you could see me moving around under all that denim ❤️ I’d love to stretch her belly against her clothes and get her breathing hot and heavy, before she unbuttons and I come spilling out into her lap, gently and restlessly moving as she cradles me, cooes to me…

I can just imagine her carrying me around for a while, going about her day, talking to others who may or may not notice how talkative her middle is being… or noticing the occasional rocking movement from within. Would love to feel her stroking me idly. Feel her pat me on my back through the layers of flesh, lightly smacking her stomach protectively, making sure nothing bad can get to me inside that bubbling safe-haven cauldron

Think of the noises that gentle beast would make with me inside 😍 that’s the other part, how active you’ve made her gut out to be… ooouuuhh I wouldn’t even be able to think straight while in there, hehe~

If I barely made a dent in that paunch (which I imagine I wouldn’t, since I’m ohhh so small), then the only sure evidence of my existence would be the groaning, bubbling gurgles…… it’s sooo hot imagining that my presence alone in her gut would stir up some gas in there 🥵

Uuugh, that long, loud burp she’d let out after devouring me is so good. Her tum ‘roused by my weight and body heat, howling low and deep as it settled me into her system <3 the best kind of southern hospitality

I’d love to hear all the different kinds of rumbling as her digestive system churned around me, her cute little hiccups. Also…

“Mama’s *bURP* -gotcha sweetie, just relax and let this big ol’ belly go to work~”

Fuckfuck fuuuuuck that’s so HOT I need more preds to say that to me in life

Since this particular scenario is endosoma, I imagine her stomach “working” would just be the strong, squishy walls massaging and stroking me, letting out strained groans as it tries to kneed me deeper down her guts, like it does with every piece of food she eats. But I’m a special snack, and I’m staying riiight cozied up where I am <3 regardless, the extra attention is very much appreciated…

This makes me feel so desired. Tall Southern Mombod Pred is, as always, so tender and romantic when it comes to me… so kind of her to do all the heavy lifting while letting me rest in her hefty, swollen, noisy, sloshy tum… it’s like a dream that I’d never want to wake up from

So spacious yet cozy, so cuddled and loved by an amazing woman with an amazing stomach. I’m honored to be prey for her and her big, soft belly…

💕Oh wowww, really makes a girl feel like a princess💕

[dykebookclub]

Dyke Book Club June 2021

Hi frens, for this glorious month of pride we're reading On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden. Only one book for June so we can all take a break!

It can be found in its entirety here: https://www.onasunbeam.com/

And can also be bought on Amazon and other places. I've been informed it's a chonker, and will probably look nice on your shelf.

Meeting on 7/10 at 5 pm EST, discord link in the bio. Stop by, it's cozy!

Also I've already read it and it's SO GOOD IT'S LIKE COMFY FEMME MOEBIUS PLEASE REEEAD AAAAAHHHH