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Idk why, but….tummy growls while making food. It’s been a long day with not that much to eat, and finally they get home to relax. They immediately set to making dinner because they’re famished, and while they’re cooking, the smells begin to wake up their dormant stomach. It just starts growling and grumbling while they cook, eager to be heard and felt, and they can just laugh and smile half-heartedly or pout and groan while holding their stomach, continuing to stir the pot of noddles or watch the food bake in the oven. Maybe with a few whispers of “almost done, just be patient.” “I promise, I know, I’m sorry.”

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little bit of a comic i wanna dooooooo hehe

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the way supernatural treats food is soooooooo crazy because they establish that sam and dean grew up in poverty and they had such little access to food that dean would have to shoplift bread and go without meals for himself so he could feed sam. but then as the show goes on they make more and more jokes about how much dean relies on food for comfort and can never feel full enough, and how sam stringently follows diets and exercise regiments as a form of control. but it's funny you see because dean likes pie and sam likes rabbit food. it's funny

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ok someone asked for hunger prompts like 45 years ago so. Thrilling Reasons Why Somebody Might Be Hungry

📅 weird schedule at work that day

🩺 fasting for a medical procedure

😟 too anxious to eat

🤢 just getting over a tummy bug

🚓 someone stole their lunch

😔 depressed/in a slump

🤐 keeping a secret that's eating at them

⌚ appointment at a weird time

😩 executive dysfunction

🏃‍♂️ dragged into a task right as they were about to eat

🚗 on a long drive with nowhere to stop

📋 too caught up in work/tasks

🚫 somewhere where there's no food that accommodates their restrictions

🥪 gave their lunch away

🔪 no food at home

🏙️ out but can't be buying food

#>:) #feel free to send me these y’all #prompts #sfw hunger kink #hungry tummy #stomach growling

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Hrm. Why can’t the COOL people in this community who make swag art and writing hit my messages. Why must it always be a 30-year-old dry-ass texter who can’t hold a conversation outside of ‘u like tummies?’

On my hands n knees beggin. I just wanna talk shop with someone who is as obsessed with their little guys as I am pleasepleaseplease

#non kink #kinda rant #I’ve discovered how awesome it is to block people recently

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hungry > full > stuffed

#erm woah #the pooch is killin me #and I love how you can still see it whether or not this person is hungry or full <3 #stuffing #tummy kink

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king Demetrius

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God I am going crazy thinking about B.OTW L.ink struggling to remember how to hunt animals for food.

Sure, he had a quick refresher lesson by the late king of H.yrule, but it wasn't enough. He can't seem to figure out how to aim for birds with his bow. Anytime he splashes his hand into a river's waters, the fish he tries to grab at swim away too fast. The deer he tries to ambush seems to always spot him as he approaches.

He's absolutely lost, unfamiliar with any of his surroundings, so he has no idea where the nearest village is, and with the sun setting quickly, he'll have to go hungry for the night...

Or so he thought.

Thankfully, fruit on trees can't flee from his grasp. Neither can berries on bushes. He collects as many as he can, snacking on some as he starts a campfire and roasts each apple to perfection, his belly groaning with anticipation instead of defeat.

He feasts on the cooked morsels, making sure nothing goes to waste, licking the juices that are running down his arms and picking his teeth clean. Once he's finished, he lays down on the grass with a satisfied smile, his hands resting on top of his fruit-filled gut, which is loudly churning with busy glorps and groans he can feel through his tattered shirt.

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whumpee was extremely underweight at the time they were rescued.

weeks pass as they are being nursed back to health by caretaker. they start to gain a lot of weight back, slowly and eventually gaining back all the weight they lost.

caretaker smiles when they see the number on the scale go up, giving whumpee a high-five or a celebratory hug.

because weight gain is NOT A BAD THING.

maybe whumpee gets a bit pudgy. maybe whumpee notices that they have flab where they didn’t before. and they SMILE. they’re getting themselves back. they’re getting their body back because they aren’t being starved anymore.

just an overall positive attitude about weight gain in hurt/comfort whump please. because it is so special to me.

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tiny little sunny & marianne thing. in which marianne stuffs him Just Right

[hunger, mild stuffing, tummy rubs]

Sunny's big dark eyes followed the forkful of mashed potatoes as Marianne waved it teasingly before his face. His belly rumbled. She smiled approvingly and placed a hand on his side, gently rubbing his hollow tummy with her thumb.

"Hungry?"

He nodded, and winced as his stomach let out another loud growl. Sunny wasn't nearly as invested in the whole feedism thing as Marianne was; all he really wanted right now was to fill his empty tummy. She wanted to play with him, though, and he simply couldn't turn her down, especially if it meant he'd get to eat the lovely-looking meal she'd put together. It sat tauntingly on the table before him, and he had to fight to keep the drool inside his mouth as the smell of it wafted around him.

Smiling, Marianne slowly brought the fork to his lips, but, just as he tried to take the potatoes in his mouth, she pulled it away. A tiny whine of disappointment escaped him, and he looked pleadingly up at her.

"How silly of me," she said slyly, dipping the fork into the pool of hot gravy on the plate. "I forgot to get a little gravy on there. That wouldn't be nearly as good, would it?" Sunny's belly rumbled impatiently as he watched her move agonizingly slowly. Finally, she brought the potatoes back to his mouth, and this time, she let him eat it. He let out a soft sigh of relief and pleasure at the taste of the fluffy, buttery potatoes and the hot, savory gravy. His blissful expression made Marianne's heart melt, and it was all she could do not to just stuff him silly on the spot. She had every intention of taking it slow, though, and she made sure to enjoy his hungry, puppy-eyed face as he watched her pick up a bite of chicken.

"Now, don't go telling anybody, cutie pie, but I stole this recipe from work," she said, idly examining the piece of chicken on the fork. "Pretty basic. Garlic, rosemary, lemon, all that good stuff. A whole hell of a lot of butter, I'll tell you that. The trick is cookin' it just right. Get it a little crispy on the outside, nice and juicy on the inside…" Her eyes shifted from the fork to his face, and she was both pleased and amused to see that he looked positively entranced, on the verge of drooling as he stared longingly at the chicken.

"Well, don't you just look like a poor little starved puppy," she teased, unable to hold back a grin. "I guess that little bite of potato didn't fill you up at all, hm?" As if to answer for him, his belly rumbled pitifully. Moving slowly and deliberately, she took his chin in her hand, and his eyes met hers as she fed him the piece of chicken. Ordinarily, as hungry as he was, he would have inhaled it too quickly to even taste it, but this time he chewed slowly, taking care to enjoy it. It was exactly as delicious as she'd made it sound.

"Getting full yet?" She ran her hand lightly over his sunken tummy, and he shivered at the delicate sensation. He shook his head, and his stomach growled again, loudly enough for her to feel the vibration under her hand.

"I'm starving," he complained, hugging his arms around his belly.

"Well, I guess we'd better do something about that," she chuckled, scooping up another forkful of mashed potatoes. "Open up, sweetpea."

Obediently, he ate, and his aching stomach began to relax as it finally received a more substantial amount of food. As she fed him, Marianne took him into her arm, letting him lay his head back against her chest and savoring the way he gazed adoringly up at her. One hand rested over his belly as she held him against her, the other feeding him bites of homemade chicken and potatoes.

Gradually, Sunny's belly began to fill out against his shirt, and Marianne rubbed it softly as he ate, enjoying the gentle curve of it as it grew fuller and fuller. Watching him, she realized the rubbing was making him sleepy, and she paused to give his tummy a pat. It felt taut and firm, undeniably stuffed full, but he didn't look uncomfortable. As a matter of fact, he looked completely serene.

"Getting full now?" She continued rubbing his belly, pressing in gently to test the tightness of it.

"Mm-hm," he sighed sleepily. His tummy gurgled under her hand, and he let out a small burp.

"Think your tummy can take a little more?"

"Maybe a little."

"Good boy, that's what I like to hear." Smiling warmly at him, she brought another bite to his mouth.

The plate was big, filled with far more food than Sunny's belly could hold, and about a quarter of it remained by the time he was too full to eat any more. Marianne watched the shallow rise and fall of his tightly-stuffed tummy, enjoying the way it strained against his snug shirt and tightened under her hand with each breath. He yawned, and she took a certain pleasure in the feeling of his belly expanding to its limit before deflating again. She wanted to feed him more, to push him until his belly was stretched to its absolute limit, but he looked so sweet and content that she didn’t have the heart to give him a tummyache. Still slowly rubbing with one hand, she set down the fork and cupped his jaw with the other, softly caressing his cheek with her thumb.

"You did a good job, Sunny honey," she said, giving his rounded belly a gentle pat. He smiled sweetly up at her, his dark eyes sparkling.

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listen shit's been rough i need that touchy feely sap my veins or i will Die ok

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The way a soft, empty stomach rounds out into a hard, stuffed full belly 🥵 you agree, you reblog

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How 2 name a nonbinary character 101

me debating on calling my two main characters i'll share on here "table and fridge" or "safe and sound"...... hmmmm

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I've been on MANY hunger prompt profiles and i was kinda sad that nobody mentions wendigos in a prompt 😭

Istg these guys are literally the embodiment of starvation 😩

(Dunno why i made the first one white though xD)

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charlie brown christmas comics

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Thinking about scenarios where the caretaker acknowledges the sickie's empty stomach/appetite a short while after they've thrown up:

Frowning in concern, raising an eyebrow, or chuckling when the formerly sick stomach lets out a deep, hungry growl.

"Feeling better now, are we?" (Said directly to Sickie or to the belly in question.)

"You threw up so much earlier/last night; you must be so hungry."

"Do you want something to eat? You did end up losing your dinner/lunch/breakfast..."

"I got you a snack for later, seeing as how you just completely emptied your stomach."

"I keep forgetting you've technically missed a meal..."

"You should eat something so that your stomach's not completely empty."

"All that puking must have worked up an appetite, right?"

"No wonder you're starving; you threw up until there was nothing left."

"Your poor stomach must feel so cheated out of its (insert meal/food type)."

I feel like most of these work best with tropes like motion sickness, where the nausea will most likely fade as soon as the sickie's environment changes, rather than lingering causes like actual sickness or food poisoning, but I suppose it depends on how much time has passed. Anyway, I hope someone out there can enjoy this product of my insomnia and trash brain 🖤

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Tfw the thing possessing you forces you to take care of yourself