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rukia-shikon · 11 days
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Desiring someone to make me painfully hungry 👉👈
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rukia-shikon · 16 days
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I have a request.
Could you draw a woman fasting for maybe a couple of days and doing a recording of her empty stomach growling on her phone please?
I like this idea! I hope you don’t mind if I expand on it >:3
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PART 1:
A ‘specialized’ mukbang streamer follows the whims of her audience a little too much. They love to watch her starve and stuff her face right after. With her most recent event to promote her stream, she promised to start a fast- but for every donation she would add an hour. It was easy at first, until her chat unexpectedly started scheming over how many hours they could truly pile on at once. Five days ended up being a long time! But she was a woman of her word~
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Part 2 coming soon ;)
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rukia-shikon · 25 days
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Working at a cafe is hard when you’re on a diet at the same time ;~;
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rukia-shikon · 3 months
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Drawing I made of my BF and I! Merry Christmas!
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rukia-shikon · 5 months
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thinking about a woman slowly stroking and kissing my hungry tummy as it roars in her face~
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rukia-shikon · 5 months
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rukia-shikon · 6 months
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First words~
Jules didn’t stop yelling “Wobbuffet” for weeks much to Jessie’s dismay. Jessie and James were still very proud that her first word was such an advanced one
Uncle Meowth helped Jean learned how to speak. Their first word was “Rocket”, just like him!
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rukia-shikon · 6 months
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rukia-shikon · 6 months
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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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rukia-shikon · 7 months
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I agree
tummies
reblog if you agree
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rukia-shikon · 7 months
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no. 189 the cottonweed pokémon
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rukia-shikon · 9 months
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Strong desire to be hunger tortured again...
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rukia-shikon · 10 months
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I have a yearning-
thinking about starving somebody for a while and keeping them on a leash so they can’t sneak any food… i’d force them to feed me and tug on their leash a bit if they tried to give themselves a bite, reminding them who they belong to and who controls their intake, even if their deflated, hollow gut is doing the same thing, telling them something they already know, loudly growling with hunger, all because of me…
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rukia-shikon · 11 months
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i want to wake up to the sound of your belly grumbling, reminding us both i didn’t give you dinner last night. you’ll ask me to make breakfast and i do, only for me to “accidentally” eat all of it and leave none for you, leaving you to go hungry the rest of the morning.
at lunchtime, you’d clutch your tummy and beg. you just realized what i’m doing, and your middle is aching and groaning as i’m eating in front of you. you ask me when you’ll get to eat, and i smile as i watch your face when i tell you you’ve got 3 more days to go~
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rukia-shikon · 11 months
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feeling cruel again! you know what that means~
i just wanna starve someone for days, watching them get weaker and weaker, tiring more easily, their stimach sinking in and constantly growling as they beg me for even a scrap of food. i’ll slowly eat in front of them as they’re tied up, forced to watch me feast as their exposed tummy rumbles
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rukia-shikon · 11 months
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i love hunger. i love feeling and hearing my stomach growl emptily as i realize i haven’t eaten all day, and i’m starving. i love begging for food, whining that i’m just so hungry as my belly groans. i want to starve for days, every single day i get weaker, more desperate, and my belly rumbles louder. you’ll pat my round belly, praising me for going so long without a bite of food, but i can’t hear you over the sound of my tummy’s famished grumbling as i daydream about food. *grrroowwwlll*
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rukia-shikon · 11 months
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When we wake up, I’ll pull your hand over my empty stomach so you can feel it grumble quietly for breakfast. You’ll give my belly a tight squeeze, feeling how soft it’s gotten since the last time you fed me, and you’ll whisper your breakfast order in my ear to feel my stomach clench against your palm.
I’ll cook for you, wearing low cut clothes so my stomach is bare. My belly will twist and groan greedily at the mixed scent of bacon, eggs, and waffles. I’ll make a few extra waffles with my empty belly in mind and I’ll load your plate with heaps of food, waffles drenched in syrup, bacon crisp and still warm.
I want to clean the kitchen while you eat to distract me from the ever-growing hunger, but I know I have to watch you eat every last bite. Midway through your meal, my stomach lets out a long, ravenous growl, and I’ll scan your face for a reaction. If the noise wasn’t enough, I’ll press a hand against my empty gut as if to remind you how hungry I am, how little you’ve been feeding me. My stomach is soft and starting to sink in, the pudge on my stomach is wrinkling at my navel from days of not having enough to eat. I desperately wish you’d let me stuff the extra waffles into my mouth, I wish you’d share your eggs with me and let me eat until my stomach is round and quiet. I smile as I see I’ve made too much on your plate for you to finish- your leftovers are a good enough meal for me. My stomach lets out another pathetic whine as you set your fork down.
“Your stomach is getting so loud.” You comment, reaching out again to press your hands on either side of my belly, sinking your thumbs into my empty gut.
“Not loud enough, though. I’d like you just a little bit hungrier. Maybe it will growl enough for dinner.” You give my deflated belly a playful squeeze as I twist from a deep hunger cramp, pressing into different parts of my stomach with your fingertips as my stomach searches for any remaining sustenance.
“Throw the leftovers in the trash and come lay on the couch with me, I’ll rub your stomach while we watch cooking shows.”
My poor belly groans again. It’s going to be a long day.
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