Just a fantasy of mine
I have this fantasy time and time again and I always find the idea of it so hot.
In the fantasy, my feedee has a nice, round belly that makes her look maybe 4 months pregnant. One day, we win free tickets to some resort for a couples retreat. The program that we’re a part of is specifically for pregnant couples, so I convince the director that my little piggy is expecting.
Upon arrival, there is a buffet for all of the couples, and my feedee can’t help but gorge herself on all the delicious food. The others are glaring at us as she continues to down, two, three, four whole plates of various treats. I nervously play it off with the “she’s eating for two” excuse; I’m embarrassed as hell but also deeply excited and turned on by her dedication and raw passion towards her meal. At the end of the buffet, piggy waddles up to our room, clutching her bulging, taut gut and lightly moaning with pain and pleasure. The lower abdomen is peeking out from under her tight tank top, making her look even more pregnant than before.
The next morning, I wake up and immediately see a problem: All of the food from yesterday had turned into jiggly, plush fat. Her belly and breasts wobble as she turns to face me and she lets out a cute burp as she feels her new figure. We can’t have this, now! They’ll find out she’s not pregnant and kick us out! I need to make that belly round and tight again. I dash over to the phone and order room service for breakfast - a breakfast for four, in fact. Omelette after omelette, glass after glass of orange juice, I coax my chubby princess into downing it all. She’s moaning and hiccuping but she continuously pleads for more. “It’s to save the trip,” she says, but I know she likes it. Finally, she finishes every last crumb and lies defeated on our bed. Piggy rubs her swollen tummy, as do I, to help relieve the aching. It looks as though her pregnancy had advanced two months in one night, but she looks pregnant nonetheless. We’re safe for now.
I help her squeeze into her pants, but when the jeans don’t button, she slips on gym shorts instead. Oh, the irony. Her tshirt barely covers her belly button and her tits bulge out of the top, but she doesn’t seem to mind too much.
We take the elevator downstairs when we’re ready. It’s apparently lunch time already. My feedee takes a look at the burgers and chicken tenders laid out before us and blushes. Her stomach is tight as a drum, but I see her hand naturally move towards the food. Pretty soon, she’s eaten a whole burger. Then two. Then a few pieces of chicken. She’s at her limit, so I take her back to the room, basking in the stares that my prize pig is winning me.
“Don’t overdo it.” I say. “We’ve got to keep that belly nice and stuffed for this entire trip.”
She grins excitedly. “YOU MEAN I GET TO-” Then she composes herself a little. “You mean I have to eat like this every day?”
“That’s right, babe. This is gonna be one hell of a vacation.”
Just a thought ;)