I’d filled the kitchen with a ton of all your favorite foods, sat you down in the living room, and turned on a movie marathon. Once you were thoroughly engrossed, I brought out the first meal. Each time your plate started to get low, I discretely refilled it. Not realizing you’d long since finished the first course, you happily munched on, oblivious to the amount of food I’d already fed you. Your stomach began to press against your shirt, but you were too focused on the movie to feel it.
It was only after the third movie and what would probably be 6 or 7 full plates that you suddenly felt a breeze across your stomach. You looked down to see that your shirt had ridden all the way up, exposing your massive, bloated belly. The “trance” broken, you were abruptly VERY aware of how cramped and tight you felt. It was uncomfortable and painful and yet…euphoric. You looked to me in surprise only to be greeted with a wink. Now that you knew my intentions, I couldn’t help myself from giving that round tummy of yours a poke. You winced, but I wasn’t satisfied. I could still feel some give, meaning you had room for more.
Since there’s no point now in being discreet, I brought out a large tub of ice cream and a huge platter of goodies. There was cookies, pudding, donuts, and more, all surrounding a delicious, dense, two tier cake. Setting the platter down on the couch, I sat on your lap, facing you.
I wasn’t letting you get up until either your belly pushed me off or you finished everything I’d brought.
Ice cream in one hand and spoon in the other, I began gently feeding you, slowly but surely making our way through the carton. You felt conflicted: your ever expanding stomach was screaming for mercy, but you’d never felt such a rush of pleasure and euphoria. You could easily have pushed me off, but you found you didn’t actually want to. I started giving you less and less time between each bite until you could barely swallow before I put another spoonful in your mouth. I periodically checked your progress, poking and prodding to feel how firm you were getting.
Once the ice cream was gone, you were groaning incessantly, whether from pleasure or despair, you weren’t sure. Though your tummy was noticeably taking up more and more of your lap, I was still able to sit on it, so I cut you a nice, big slice of cake. You obediently opened your mouth as I offered you the first bite. As the cake disappeared, you became less and less willing to swallow the next mouthful. Your stomach was so tightly packed it felt as though you couldn’t handle any more. You tried massaging it to see if that helped, and were amazed at how completely solid it felt. At this point it was at least twice as big as it had ever been, and I was barely able to perch on your knees.
About halfway through the cake, you were unable to swallow any more, your body begging for you to stop. Realizing this, I put the fork and plate down, opting instead to focus on the incredibly swollen belly I had given you. Putting my hands on either side, I gave you a gentle squeeze, causing you to moan in agony and ecstasy.
Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I disappeared into the kitchen once again, leaving you to massage your tummy in a futile attempt to relieve some of the pressure. I soon returned with a funnel and a tall glass of water. Your eyes widened at the thought of what I was about to do, but you knew trying to resist was pointless; your stomach was so heavy and large it had you pinned to the couch. Knowing this, I took my time gently securing the hose to your mouth. Mercifully, I went slowly, only pouring a bit at a time. You had no choice but to swallow, feeling the liquid being absorbed by all the cake and food I had previously stuffed into you. With each gulp, you could feel your stomach stretching more and more. Just when you thought you would surely burst, I set the empty glass down and removed the funnel.
You looked down at yourself to see a perfectly round, impossibly heavy, painfully stuffed mass attached to your front. You gingerly ran a hand over it, amazed at the fact it was actually your body. I stood back for a moment to admire my work, finally satisfied with the amount of food I was able to pack into you. I offered you a hand, and after quite the struggle, managed to get you to your feet. You stumbled forward, weighed down by all of the food inside you, almost causing both of us to fall. With one arm, you attempted to cradle your aching gut, and put the other arm over my shoulders. Slowly, I guided you to the bedroom, with you huffing and puffing the whole way. All that food was pressing into your lungs, making it hard to breathe.
Once we made it there, I gently helped you lower yourself onto the bed. After you got comfortable lying down, I positioned myself on your lap again, beginning to massage your tum. At first you moaned in protest, but I continued, lightly working my hands in smooth circles over your taught skin. After a couple minutes, the pain started to subside. Slowly but surely, agony faded into mild discomfort, then mild discomfort faded into a pleasant fullness.
With your eyes no longer clouded by pain, you looked down again, finally able to fully appreciate your size. You knew you had never even come close to being this full, and frankly, it amazed you. Now that it didn’t hurt so badly, you realized how incredibly enjoyable it was to be so full. You joined me in running your hands over your stomach, wanting to explore every inch of it while you could. We could both hear the gurgling coming from it as it struggled to digest the tremendous amount of food I had packed into it. It demanded so much energy you found yourself quickly tiring, and before long, you softly drifted into a deep, blissful sleep.
Sorry for the essay, once I started writing, I couldn’t stop /)-(\ Hope you liked it!
if they pulled a spike and xander with clive and blaine that would be hilarious. an episode where blaine borrows ;) clive's cop stuff and plays pretend would def be something among some other comical scenarios. possibilities!