hi can I play with your tummy while you eat? and kiss your neck as you swallow each mouthful of food? I can rub your tummy for you and massage where it's tight. dont worry, I'll be very gentle :) you've done a great job and eaten so much 🥰 but it's ok if you still want more, there's plenty of room in your tummy - and plenty more food! how about I keep rubbing you and cover you in kisses, and I'll let you feel how wet you've made me - and you can finish the rest of your food?
My biggest kink is probably stomach noises- rumbling, gurgling, bubbling, sloshing- when someone is SO full of food and you can hear their gut talking back and complaining about what they ate. I love overfull and upset stomach noises so much 😵💫
Please tell me how you feel. If we're three dishes deep into a feeding session, I want to know how you're feeling. I want to know if it's all too much and you feel your belly taunt and pressing against your lungs or if you're just feeling that warm fullness that is just a *little* more than content.
it’s so fuckin awesome being a pathetic, subby feeder. like, it’s my job to make my partner’s life as easy as possible, and I’m so goddamn easy that they don’t even have to lift a finger to get me off. their shirt rolls up and I’m immediately, ridiculously distracted. they let out an accidental burp and I’m so turned on I’m dizzy. they tell me about what they ate for dinner and I come — embarassingly quickly, surprising us both — all over a toy, or their fingers, or (if I’m lucky) their tummy. and then, because I’m already all taken care of, I get to devote the rest of my energy to getting them off slow and deliberate and beautiful. this is the fucking life
(f/f, stuffing, fat dom feeder, smaller sub feedee, burping, referenced weight gain, belly play, a LOT of talking)
"Fuuuck, Bea..." Mina is panting open-mouthed, her pretty little head lolling back as she slumps in her chair. Both hands are planted on her belly, which strains enthusiastically against her dress. "I don'... I dunno how much more I can take..."
"Oh, don't get shy on me now, sweetheart. You and I both know damn well you didn't grow this-" Bea pokes Mina's gut with the handle of her fork. Mina squeaks and blushes furiously, those sleepy eyes suddenly wide awake. "- out of green smoothies and seltzer water, huh?"
Bea rubs gently at the same spot she'd poked. She can see Mina wavering. Poor thing probably can't even sort out all the pain and all the pleasure right now. Bea helps her out, rubbing a little more deeply.
Mina lets out a low, weak burp and a huff of air, squirming under Bea's hands. Her belly feels tight and pert underneath the pudge, but in Bea's expert opinion, she still has room. She'll have more room soon. Bea massages a firm, gentle circle right where her touch makes Mina wince, and is rewarded with another belch.
"You know, you wouldn't get this gassy if you didn't scarf your food like that. You training for the hot dog contest or something? It wouldn't kill you to slow down." Despite the words, she's smiling down at Mina.
"Ughh. Can't help it," Mina mumbles. "S'just... So good... I mean, fuck, have you tasted your own cooking?"
"Uh, yeah." Bea pats her own, much larger belly with her free hand. "Does it show?"
Mina giggles, then interrupts herself with another burp. It catches her off guard, coming out deep and loud through her already-open mouth. She blushes furiously, clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Hey, hey, you're good," Bea reassures her, still rubbing at her swollen belly. "That was good. Just makes more room for dessert, right?"
"Dessert?" The word practically comes out as a whimper.
"Dessert," Bea confirms with a grin. "Did I forget to mention the chocolate torte?"
Mina moans, closing her eyes.
"C'mon. Forty-five minutes in the oven, fifteen minutes to cool. I think you can work up a bit more appetite by then, yeah?"
Mina swallows. She's still uncertain, but Bea can see the lust in her eyes. "Dark chocolate?" She asks, hesitantly.
Bea chuckles. "Of course it's dark chocolate. I know what you like, princess." That makes Mina melt.
"Fuck," she whispers. "Okay."
"Okay?" Bea teases her, massaging her belly with both hands now. "I spend all day slaving away in the kitchen just for you, I rub away your bellyache once you've stuffed yourself stupid, I offer you your favorite dessert on top of it all, and all you have to say is okay?"
The teasing brings out the brat in Mina, just like Bea knew it would. "What do you- hic!- what do you want me to say?" She snaps.
"Good question," Bea muses. "What do I want you to say?" She finds a tight spot in Mina's stomach and presses inwards, bringing up a rumbling belch. She grins as Mina flushes again. It's so cute how she still thinks she needs to be embarrassed. "Now that's a good start. Say it again."
"Wh- burping? You want me to burp again?"
"Eh, I guess you don't have to." Bea takes her hands off Mina's gut, shrugging. "You could always just hold it in. You're not uncomfortable or anything, are you?"
Mina groans, grabbing clumsily at Bea's hands. She must be feeling a little better - she even manages to lean forwards by practically a whole inch. She collapses back as soon as she has hold of Bea, pulling her hands to her belly. "Bastard," she pants. "You want me to burp that bad, keep rubbing."
"Sorry, what was that?" Bea asks innocently, her hands perfectly still.
"Ngh... keep rubbing, please, ma'am."
"Oh, good. That's what I thought you said." Bea goes back to working slow, deliberate circles over the crest of Mina's stomach, watching her reactions avidly. "While we're at it, what was that you were telling me about dessert?"
"I said... o...kay..."
"Uh-huh. You know, you've done well tonight." She can tell it's not the response Mina was expecting. Mina had been baiting her, expecting another backlash. But Bea can't help it - Mina is just so adorable when she's thrown off balance. Bea smiles. "Your appetite really is growing. I remember when you couldn't even make it through half a plate. But tonight... oh, you've been incredible. Do you even know how much you've eaten?"
Mina shakes her head slowly, as if transfixed.
"Use your words, princess," Bea chides her, pressing just a little harder. "You know how much you've eaten?"
"N- urp!- no..."
"Good thing I've been paying attention, then. Why don't I jog your memory a little, hm?
"I started you out on a charcuterie platter while I finished up with the pasta. I think the grapes were your favorite, yeah? They sure vanished quick enough." She fondles the lower curve of Mina's belly, making her moan. "But then again, you hit the manchego and apricot jam pretty hard too. I'll be honest, I was worried you weren't going to have room left for dinner, eating like that. But that's just because I was still thinking about the old you." Bea eases her hands higher, cupping Mina's tits. She loves how sensitive they are, how even thumbing over the fabric of Mina's bodice makes her gasp and squirm. "You're a growing girl now. And growing girls eat.
"So you ate. You ate through two whole servings of my broccoli fettuccine alfredo before the sauce even had time to stiffen. I like that. Good to know my cooking's being appreciated at its best. But no wonder you feel a bit achy, going that fast. Poor baby. It'll feel better once you relax." As if to prove her point, Mina belches again, not even bothering to cover her mouth this time.
Bea smiles. "Oh, and the salad on the side, of course. Mm, and there might have been a glass or two of red, but who's keeping track? You handle your drink so much better now that you've finally started eating like you mean it. You were so hungry tonight. I like that, too. The way you ate... Fuck, you've got an appetite on you now. It's been driving me wild.”
Mina is soaking up the praise now, hanging on Bea's every word. Bea thinks she's ready for a subject change.
"But all of that..." Bea pats Mina's belly lightly. "Got a bit same-y, didn't it? I mean, I'm not humble, but even with food as good as mine, you can only take so much savory before you start wanting something sweet."
Mina moans something that might be agreement, and might just be a moan. Bea has definitely found the sweet spot on her belly.
"So. What were you telling me about that dark chocolate torte?"
"I... ourrpp... I wan'..."
"Enunciate, baby." Bea bounces Mina's belly from underneath, making her hiccup and moan again. "What do you want?"
"I want dessert!" Once released, the plea seems as involuntary as the burping. "Please, ma'am, I want- I want it-"
"There's a good girl." Bea leans in to kiss just above her budding breasts, still keeping up the belly rubs. "It'll be good for you. God, I can't wait to see how these grow... Jesus, and your hips, too. And this..." Her touch on Mina's belly is heavy, possessive. She can feel how well the sweet little thing has relaxed since she began the massage. She'll be ready for more soon, Bea knows it.
"Unh..." Mina is enjoying the kisses, not to mention the praise, but there's clearly still something else on her mind. "Aren'tcha... don't you have a torte to go put in the oven...?"
Bea checks her watch, then looks up at Mina with a grin. "Don't worry. It's been in for twenty minutes already.”
This is a little rough and couldn't get it quite how I wanted it, might clean it up later. Typed up with one eye taped shut lmao so excuse any typos please and thank you.<3
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“Baby, I ate too much.”
I must look so ridiculous when you come in the front door to find me sprawled across the couch, reclined slightly with my legs spread wide, but I’m still just drunk enough not to care. My little white tank top doesn’t even stretch over my swollen belly. My jeans are on the floor in a pile, kicked inside-out. Along with the dishes and empties littering the coffee table, they tell a pretty clear story.
You leave your coat and boots near the door before coming over to sit next to me.
Your concern for me comes first but I can see you already looking flustered as I moan and arch in your direction, giving a little pout as I push my belly towards you. I reach for your hand and slip it under my shirt. An instant later my stomach gurgles loudly and I squeeze my eyes closed for a moment.
"Mmmm, baby, I have such a bellyache."
You turn to survey the messy coffee table. The empty box that still contained half a pizza when you left for work that morning. A bowl of crumbs that I normally would have dispatched to the sink immediately. A Haribo bag with no surviving gummy bears. A few soda bottles and the better part of a six-pack of hard cider, all finished.
“What did you eat, baby?”
"Well, first I had the rest of the leftover pasta,” I begin, slurring just slightly, “But then I remembered that we had the pizza.” I giggle as I gesture towards the table.
“But I think the combination made my belly upset, and I took a little nap. But then I woke up so hungry, so I finished the pizza and, um," I groan and squirm and push my belly deeper into your hands.
"And I was drinking, so I ate the rest of the tortilla chips," I add sheepishly, "with sour cream."
You continue rubbing my round, straining belly. It grumbles loudly as if it too is now remembering all of the things packed inside.
"Fuck,” I moan, cringing at the memory of food, “and the rest of the ice cream in the freezer. Fuck, I’m so full. I’m too full.”
You carefully slide your hand out from under my shirt before standing. “Let’s move you to the bed, baby.”
"Ooh, you're gonna move me?" I laugh, eyes glazing over slightly as I’m pulled to my feet.
I hold onto you with one hand, the other placed protectively atop my engorged belly. I’m full and tipsy and off-balance. Your arm comes around me, your hand gently cupping the side of my belly to keep me steady.
We reach the bed and I let you lower me onto the mattress. You tell me to lie back. It isn't a command but it isn't a suggestion either.
I lean back against the pillows, slightly upright, once again spreading my legs wide to accommodate the fullness of my belly. I let out small, quiet moans as I trace my fingertips lightly up and down, occasionally stopping to massage circles into upset spots. For a moment you just watch me.
"Babyyy," I whine, writhing and twisting my hips shamelessly against the sheets. “Please. It hurts.”
Finally you crawl onto the bed and settle in next to me. I grab your hand and push it against my belly.
"My tummy hurts." I look right into your eyes, my hand still on yours. I push it firmly into the swell of my belly and whimper at the pain.
I remove my hand and slowly you begin running your palm in big, heavenly circles over my belly. I moan, loudly. A burp comes up and it tastes like pepperoni and sweet cider. You kiss me anyway.
“Mmm, thank you,” I murmur sincerely as you continue working your fingers tenderly over my entire belly. Every now and then my eyes flutter closed for a few seconds at a time.
You switch to just the tips of your fingers, teasing softly just beneath my belly button.
I moan and close my eyes again, but this time I keep them closed. You skim your fingertips back and forth, moving lower down my heavy belly, feeling the deep gurgles and groans as you glide your fingers into the waistband of my underwear.
“Aww, baby, it really hurts, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” I whimper, nodding pitifully.
“My poor thing,” you say, slipping your fingers further into my panties and into me. “That must be why you’re so wet.”💜
eyeing the swell of a lower tummy distended from a full day of overeating…feeling how heavily everything settled….murmuring look what you did, baby with praise dripping from your tongue
feedees needily arching their back to push their belly into your hands, desperate for more pressure.. shyly guiding your hand to their tummy after a big meal... making a big deal out of feeling sick so they get tummy rubs....rubbing their belly against urs while on top of you....subtly pulling their shirt up to reveal a strip of skin when you rest your head on their stomach, hoping for spontaneous tummy hickeys or even some gentle rubs and a kiss
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