Gentle Experimentation… Taking Care Of My Test Subject… Making Sure Their Restraints Aren’t Too

oh god pinned post okay

uh hi internet u can call me Farmer

Any and all pronouns bc you'll never know mine for real!!! Haha 😈

I'm 18+ btw no minors interact with me ever please

And no ppl attracted to kids or animals that's not good or ethical

And no one mean in general

So uhhh god gave me a kink for every part of the digestive process except piss so this is my little cope corner

Also hey if any of y'all sfw or fandom blogs saw me like your content sorry I just like your content you can block me if you want

im into:

Both genders all genders no gender humans humans humans multiple humans at the same time grrr

Farts

Scat (not eating or smearing just relief and desperation)

Hunger (not pro ana just tummy noises and sensations if u have an ED seek help)

Stuffing/bloating

Feedism

Burps

Tummy noises

Bellies in general

Bdsm

Petplay (I'm a submissive little puppy and my chronically stressed ass enjoys the regression very much)

Hypnosis

Nerds and like science experiments and mid-sex obscure video game references (looking at you partner I love you)

Vore (fantasy ofc)

Consensual somno especially soft and wholesome and combined w/ other kinks like puppy stuff

Fluffy sappy cavity causingly sweet wholesome sex/kink/aftercare both giving and recieving

⭐ Unique kink combos, so send me ideas if you got em!

And sometimes:

Terato!! Big big monsters (not animals tho)

Emeto (very rarely)

Mouths (clean and well taken care of)

Intox (maybe it's the stress relief talking but I'm really starting to like it)

im not into:

Anything unethical or illegal or unsafe or actual death/danger adjacent also gore, zoo/animals, in/ces/t, and pe.d.o/children

Actual r@/pe (CNC is ok in heavily communicated super established very consensual adult rp in fact I rather like CNC but NOT REAL NONCON EVER)

Slob/filth/uncleanliness its cool just not for me

Piss idk why god left out only one piece of the full set but pop off ig

Feet are not my thing but somehow I'm able to find some feet more attractive than others hey partner if you're reading this you have great feet very big n smooth

Ageplay it's not for me but pacifiers specifically and the idea of no responsibility/pressures is cool

I'm not very judgemental unless a kink actively causes harm to oneself or others I mean look at me

My tags:

Shamecorner bulletin (posts by me)

Shamecorner reblogs

Shamecorner fics

Shamecorner ocs

Shamecorner oc: [insert oc name]

Shamecorner fandom: [insert fandom name]

I really appreciate the kink community on Tumblr and uhh if you wanna talk kink experiences or ideas just submit an ask or maybe even dm me just keep it platonic and non creepy/predatory please and keep in mind I'm taken and have a life and all that

Here's to ethical and legal kinks ig!

OHOHOHO THE HOLY GRAIL!!

Special Diet for Diapers and Pants Poopers

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Having been asked many times about how to get such huge loads in my diapers I am going to “reveal” my diet secrets to my followers. I hope those tips and hints are somehow useful for you. Enjoy! :-)

[I was also animated to post this proposal after messaging with a great DL from NY whom I have admired very much here on tumblr.]

[Me in the pic with a two-days semi-firm load after a special diet.]

FOODS THAT DIRECTLY EFFECT FECAL “INCONTINENCE”

Stimulates the internal anal sphincter to relax Coffee Chocolate Tea Any caffeinated beverages

Laxative Fruits

Irritant Spicy foods

Gas producing Beer Carbonated beverages

EFFECTS OF FOOD ON THE GASTORINTESTIONAL TRACT

Foods that thicken stool Bananas Rice Bread Potatoes Creamy peanut butter Applesauce Cheese Tapioca Yogurt Pasta Pretzels Oatmeal Oat Bran Grits Boiled milk Dark Chocolate

Foods that stimulate stool production Dried or string beans Raw fruits Raw vegetables Highly spiced foods Fried foods Greasy foods Prune juice Grape juice Seasoned foods Cabbage Leafy green vegetables (lettuce, broccoli, spinach) Sweet foods and beverages Alcohol Wheat bran

Foods that cause odor Fish Eggs Asparagus Garlic Cabbage family vegetables (onions, cabbage, Brussels sprouts, broccoli, and cauliflower) Beans Turnips

Foods that color stools Beets Red Jell-O Blueberries

Foods that cause gas Dried and string beans Beer Carbonated beverages Cucumbers Cabbage family vegetables (onions, Brussels sprouts, cabbage, broccoli, and cauliflower) Dairy products Spinach Corn Radishes

When intending to get a huge semi-firm load I start a special high-fiber diet at least two days in advance: lots of leavy green salads (with Italian Dressing), bananas, lots of pasta or rice or potatoes, oatmeal or other high-fiber cereals, steamed vegetables (broccoli, potatoes, carrots …), pizza.

Feel free to reblog and add your comments or further proposals which are highly recommended.

what if I fetishized my partner in

In another avatar

Guys what if I f

What if I fetishized my farmer avatar

First time posting a writing...

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Content: Semi-unwilling pred, multiple prey, size difference (prey are like palm sized), safe vore, soft vore, very willing prey

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All Michael wants is to get out of here. Distract his mind from the hurricane that's having it's way in his head. The dread, the fear, the anxiety that eats away at his skin.

Maybe that's why he decided to go tramping aimlessly into the woods. No one around to hate him. No one around to fear the judgement of. He knows he'll be fine. To get back, all he has to do is follow the quiet until it breaks away into the noise of the city. But that's for later. Much later. These woods are better than trying to ignore the smell of people everywhere, of his friends, of his family. Just grass and leaves as far as the eye can see. The lingering scents of animals, leaving their marks in the underbrush. And… something… sweet? The air tastes almost like fruit, yet he sees none around. If there was an orchard nearby, he'd know, right? There'd be a massive farmer's market in town or something.

Michael stops and looks up. There's a trail of small winking lights floating among the branches. They almost remind him of fireflies. The presence of those same bugs might be why he didn't register these at first. He reaches up and pokes one. It sparkles, bursting into motes of light that slowly dissolve into the air.

Curious, he follows the lights. Up ahead he can hear sparking pops, rushing water, and soft hisses of indistinct noise. The fruit-like smell grows stronger. The air feels thicker, thrumming with some substance he can't identify. He decides to think of it like a confusing alien humidity. As he pushes himself through a wall of bushes, he blinks at the sight in front of him.

It's… a party? Seemingly random objects crowd the place (giant mushrooms, sure, but why is there a brand-new sofa here?) and even more of those lights illuminate the area. It's like a star-filled sky, flooded with sparkling lights that are replaced as quickly as they wink out. Blurs of color and light move around the area. A buzz of movement fills his ears– like insect wings, like a whistling breeze, like rustling leaves. At first he wonders where the people are. Only once he focuses on the blurs do they start looking like definite forms to him. Small people, decked with– no, embedded with crystals.

The pit in his stomach grows deeper at the realization. Then it itches at his insides, insisting he stop ignoring it. He wanted to get away from people. Yet here he is, ending up in a throng of them. Maybe that's on him. Being stupid and following what was probably magical lanterns for fairies or something.

He backs up, trying to retreat to the other side of the bushes. The fragile branches snap around his arms.

"Hey!" Someone shouts, and he hopes that it's not directed at him. Then that someone flies into his vision, promptly dashing that hope. "You busy?"

"What?" Michael asks.

"I said, are you busy?" The fairy repeats, hovering in front of his face.

"I, uh. No. Why do you ask?"

"Great!" The fairy claps their hands together, beaming. "We need some variety over here. Make some requests, get crazy! Wishes, if you insist on it. We've got mana to burn."

"I'm…" He glances past them, into the thick of the gathering. Some faces have turned towards him. If he's leaving, it's not going to be unnoticed. Or unjudged.

"Sorry, I don't know what this is about. I don't want to intrude on your, uh, party?"

The fairy gives him an odd look. "It's a casting festival. We've been running out of ideas and we still have mox-ridden to take care of. So come on! Get in here, sit down."

That clears up next to nothing, but Michael nods like he understands. What he expected was a demand for why he's there, or maybe a yell for him to leave. Not… this.

"Um, okay." He never was good at speaking. He's not sure if this will be any different. Michael clumsily extricates himself from the bush, bringing plenty of leaves with him.

"Go, go!" A new voice shouts. He can feel the press of attention on him, of much smaller eyes following his comparatively giant self. The idea of standing feels nauseating. At least that confusingly pristine couch will come into use. He sits.

Michael picks a leaf out of his air.

"Allow me." Yet another stranger comes near him, waving their good arm. The other is stiff, composed entirely of gem. Or encrusted with it? He's not sure. Before Michael can figure that out, all the broken twigs and leaves in his hair transform into butterflies, fluttering away.

"Ah." He states. There's movement behind him, and the pressure of being watched is now crushing. God. These people are, what, palm-sized? Smaller? He doesn't know. Because he's not focusing on that. Definitely. Most certainly not. But there's a bunch behind his head on the back of the couch now aren't they. Why are they there. He's boring he's not interesting.

Something hisses, and he decides to ignore the basket of rubber snakes someone just manifested.

"You don't talk much, do you?" The first stranger says. Michael isn't sure when they followed him, or if they were there all along. He just sort of shakes his head, feeling too sick to speak.

"Hey, wait." The crystal-ridden fairy gestures out their good arm, holding a hand out. "Hold up your hand."

Confused and too afraid to say no, he does so. They press their hand against his finger, thoughtful.

"Oh, this is perfect. You drain magic!"

"Uh. I– sorry. I don't, I don't think I can make it stop. Is that… is that gonna be a problem?" He asks despite knowing the answer is yes.

"Not at all!" The fairy laughs at him, and there's tittering behind his head. The fear of why they're laughing drowns out the actual words.

"I've got an excellent idea. You're a vampire, aren't you?"

"You can tell that fast?" He asks.

"Not many things can be mana sinks and alive beings." The fairy pauses. "Technically alive."

Before he can ask what being a vampire has to do with anything, another voice pipes up.

"Eat us!"

Alarmed, Michael spins around to stare at the miniature crowd behind him. "Huh??"

There's a chorus of agreement, of laughter, and beaming smiles. He starts to wonder if his hunger is making him delusional.

"Look!" The same voice cries, now identified as belonging to glowing blue fairy. "This is a golden opportunity. We need to burn mana, you need to absorb energy. It's an easy solution!"

"But why– why eating? Isn't that dangerous for you?"

"Psht," A green fairy scoffs, "We could get out even if wanted to stop us."

"Are… are you sure? If you get out with magic, and I'm… taking it…?"

"Just one of us has way more mana than you could ever take at once. And guess what! You take it best through eating, which is why that's the only way it'll actually make a difference." At this point he isn't sure who's speaking. They're all strangers to him, overwhelming and bright. The constant switching is making his head spin.

"Look," A brash voice says, "We’re basically doing you a favor.”

Something pokes his belly, and Michael reflectively swats at the offending person. They easily flit backwards out of reach, giggling at him.

“I’m–”

“Come on!”

“I…” Michael glances away, frighteningly aware of the gathering crowd around him. He clutches his shirt, pressing his fist into his middle. A rumble teases him in return. They'll be fine. They'll be fine? And he. He doesn't think he can get out of this situation anyway. He'd been desperate to avoid his friends and their insisting, but this is astronomically worse. The anxiety and the hunger alike dig at his insides. "Okay."

There's a pregnant pause.

"Open up, then!" Someone shouts. Admonished, Michael opens his mouth, displaying his fangs and empty throat. All of a sudden there's a taste on his tongue. A slight weight presses against it, and wings tickle against the roof of his mouth. He flinches, snapping his jaws shut and reflexively swallowing to rid himself of the feeling. Something wriggles down his throat in surprise.

He looks down at his stomach in a panic.

“Shit! Shit, I'm sorry, you– I didn’t mean to throw you down so fast–”

“Forget that! It’s my turn!” Another fairy presses tiny hands against his lips.

“Uh–?” The moment his mouth opens, they push inside, kicking their legs against his teeth to propel themselves down his throat. In that moment, he’s grateful he no longer has a gag reflex. He swallows, and their lemony taste slips past his tongue along with them. Michael doesn't know if he should be glad for or dreadful of the rapid pace.

His stomach seems to have no opinion one way or the other, merely growling at the prospect of being fed. There's a tittering of excitement around him.

Another approaches, face eager. He hesitates, but opens up his mouth for them. God, another. How many will there be? He hasn't bothered to count the amount around him, but he hopes it's not all of them. The way his gut gurgles implies disagreement.

Someone touches his middle again, and he gently waves them away. He can't speak, not with the current fairy deciding to take their time searching his mouth. His tongue twitches, and it's with great chagrin he realizes he's drooling. They taste like sugar. Artificial fruit. They push forward, and Michael takes that as a sign to swallow. He can feel the warmth of energy slip past his throat, moving deeper inside him. It collects in his stomach. He doesn't dare look down at it.

Even as that someone tries to touch him again.

"What are you doing?" He snaps, unable to help it.

"I want to see if I can feel anyone from out here," They say, perturbed.

"Well– just don't. If you want to touch anything, do it from inside." Even as he says them, Michael regrets the words.

"You hear that? You're next!"

"That's not what I–" He stammers, trying to correct the assumption, but they're already staring up at him with such big, desperate eyes. The noise dies in his throat. How is he supposed to deal with a look like that? Michael sighs and opens his mouth. The fairy, eager as the rest, dives in. It's some small relief that he can't choke. He swallows, pressing fingers against his lips. The taste of their skin lingers, crystalline and sweet. The movement of their small body disappears inside him.

That's what he wants to think, anyway. In reality, he can feel squirming inside his gut. Small pressures that he can feel for moments, only for his stomach to disguise the sensation with a deep growl. Hunger still itches at him. The edge has been weaned off, dulled. But he doesn't feel full. Doesn't feel satiated. As much as he hates to admit it, this crowd might be right. They're kind of doing him a favor. Instead of going home and starving, hoping he won't do anything…

With an uncertain sort of confidence, he holds his tongue out. Michael doesn't even see this one, only knows they're in his mouth. He draws his mouth closed, and– oh, no, okay, a second has decided to clamber in. Michael hums in protest. With his tongue he presses one against the inside of his cheek, swallowing one at a time. There's a little bit of a rhythm now.

The way they slide down his throat. His stomach squirms, and he grimaces. The sensation is foreign, and he can't tell if the movement makes him feel sick or thrilled. That's a pretty consistent doubt, though. Not knowing if he's happy or disgusted by the situation at hand.

"Me next! Me next!"

"One second…" he pauses, taking a deep breath. How many has he eaten? He hasn't been counting, but it feels like far too many. Not enough. He wonders whether he'll be able to fit all of the fairies that flutter around his head. They stare expectantly at him, hover above his shoulders, lower in front of his stomach. Is it sticking against his shirt now? Now that he looks at it, he can see it glowing with a handful of different colors. They flicker and move through his skin.

"Right."

Michael's stomach growls again. At the end of this, he's going to be stuffed…

sharing my fetish with my partner

basically a summarization of my fetish journey with my partner! Calling them my partner for my beloved anonymity and bc shame corn farmer immersion hehe

Oh warning for farts

So I used to be real shameful about my grosser (and frankly main) fetishes, hence my blog name and yea I still am lol

I told them that I had it and it was really gross, and couldn't even bring myself to say it out loud even months after and they immediately accepted me wholeheartedly upon looking up the definition when I texted them the terminology

But they've been indulging me!! Despite my grossness!!! It's amazing :D

They tell me about when they're gassy, how much and how bad it smells 🥴 gosh I'm so so lucky to have em!!

That and we took sugar free candy together! We sadly didn't have enough to get super gassy, but they let me listen to their tummy gurgles and farted in my face!!! Their ass is sooo so so so soft and plump and round n perky grrfggfffhgg oh it's so fun to grab and bury my slutty little farmer face in

And whenever they have to fart they tell me, and they let me bury my face in that!! Ass!!!! And they fart in my face and mmmmghgggfhgf ohhh they're always sbd's and smell like heavennnnn very earthy and spicy and meaty (yep I'm a real connoisseur lmao)

Also we were at a party and I downed a soda and ended up burping in their mouth as they kissed me and I was super embarrassed and turned on sooo burp kissing is now a regular thing we do ☺️

Anyway yeah uh partner if you come across this I love youuuu and for more than just your ass but you totally know that also get off my blog bc it's gross in here and I am SHAMELESSLY ASHAMED!!! 🫠

Edit: I forgot to add this canon event hotness!!

When I said I wanted to try my grosser fetishes, they said that they wanted to tease me and make me say it out loud before we do anything 😳🥵🥵🥵 goodness I struggled for so long (like 3 occasions over a good few months) but I finally said it a few months ago!! (So yes this is all pretty recent) But oh godd the way they teased me, told me to spit it out, asked me knowingly if I was struggling to say "fart" ...oh my goodness they deserve the whole entirety of reality!!

I'll likely have characters on this blog to play around with, but for now you can ask me :3

Hunger Kink OC Ask Game!

So I noticed a lot of people in the hunger kink community are coming up with OCs rn and I think we should have a game to get to know them better! Obviously this can be used for any kind of OCs, not just ones made specifically for hunger kink, but that's what these questions will be based on!

🍌 What's your favorite quick snack to have when you're too hungry to make a big meal?

😋 When were you the hungriest you've ever been in your life?

🔊 Is your stomach loud when you're hungry? Or is it mostly silent rumbles and hunger pangs?

🍲 What's a meal you make that always makes your stomach rumble for it, even if you didn't think you were hungry in the first place?

🫘 When was a time when you had a meal that was just a little too small, and left your stomach growling for more?

🤤 What foods do you crave when you're hungry?

😖 How would you describe the feeling of hunger for yourself? Does it feel good, does it hurt, does it make you excited to eat, or just make you wish it would end?

⏰ How often does your stomach growl?

🫣 Are you embarrassed when your stomach rumbles, or is it just a normal thing for you?

👥 When is a time that your stomach growled in front of someone else?

🍽️ Have you ever done a fast on purpose? How long did you go?

🤔 Do you forget to eat often? If so, what meal do you tend to forget about?

🗯️ When was the time your stomach growled the loudest?

🚫 What do you usually do when your stomach begins to rumble, but you can't eat right away?

😱 Has your stomach ever growled and surprised you because of it? Either because you didn't know you were hungry, or because of how loud it was?

👂 Do other people tend to notice when your stomach rumbles? Have they ever said anything about it?

👀 Do you tend to notice when OTHER people's stomach growl? Do you ever say or do anything?

😳 What's a time when you've heard someone's stomach rumbling around you?

🌎 Where were you was the last time your stomach rumbled? In a public place, at home?

☀️ What time of day would you say you get the hungriest? Is your stomach the loudest then too?

I need to poo so badly 😖

Still gonna hold for now tho :3

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

Woke up this morning and let out a long hot fart that stank up the sheets for a good minute 🥵😮‍💨😳

I'm still bloated lol

Tummy... tummy hurty...

Ate ghost pebber chees

And double serving of sugar free candy

Farted like crazy for an hour then expelled sloppy shit into the toilet uhnnhghghnn

Tummy burning... hurts.. so good~

i love nerds.

the way they speak so passionately about topics that interest them. their hands flying around in the air as they explain with such intent and love. when they all get shy and flustered, face flushed pink after given a complements.

the way their glasses get all foggy and their eyes go so hazy after making out. how breathy and whiny they become after just a few kisses. heart practically beating out of their chest at the sight of you in their lap, kissing down their neck.

the way their hands grasp onto any part of you as you start to pull away. staring into their eyes, fingers running through their hair while they plead and beg for something more. anything more than just the sweet kisses your leaving on their face.

it's so adorable. i love nerds.