A bellyfull

18+ belly fetish, bellyfull of anything 26 yrs old RP account mostly, please dm if interested in rping vore, hyper pregnancy, stuffing, rapid pregnancy, inflation, really anything that gives me a giant round belly minors dni, you will be blocked

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In search of someone to rp with, someone willing to stuff me full of babies, food, or whatever you wish.

All I ask is keep me round 🤤❤️

[bigbellyqueen]

Back at it and hoping to find someone willing to stuff a flat belly full of whatever you would like. Eggs, babies, food, you name it. I just want to be waddling and stuffed full.

[bigbellyqueen]

Here goes nothing, looking for someone to Rp with. Desperate for someone to stuff me silly and keep me round. Pregnant, or stuffed, or inflated.

[bigbellyqueen]

Still on the hunt 🥺

[bigbellyqueen]

The first light of dawn was filtering through the blinds when Sarah finally stirred. The night had been a blur of pressure, movement, and Ed's soothing voice. The frantic struggles from within had long since subsided, replaced by a deep, heavy churning. The man was gone, reduced to a thick, soupy mush that settled heavily in her core. She felt… smaller. The taut, mountainous peak of her belly had softened into a still-impossibly-large, but more malleable dome. The skin was less strained, the angry stretch marks fading to a dull pink.

With a groan, she pushed herself up. The weight was still staggering, pinning her to the couch for a moment before she managed to swing her legs over the side. She stood, a slow, waddling motion, one hand supporting the underside of her massive gut. It swayed with each step, a heavy, warm pendulum that brushed against her thighs. The hunger was back, a gnawing emptiness that coiled in the midst of the lingering fullness.

She found Ed in the kitchen, humming as he flipped pancakes at the stove. The rich, buttery smell filled the air, and for a moment, Sarah allowed herself to feel normal. But then she saw what was waiting by the back door.

Her breath hitched.

Three large cages sat on the tiled floor. In one, a pig the size of a small dog snorted nervously. In another, a sheep with thick, curly wool bleated softly. The third held a goose, its large, white body crammed into the enclosure, its beak opening and closing silently.

"Morning, love," Ed said cheerfully, turning from the stove with a plate stacked high with pancakes. He set it on the kitchen table. "I thought you'd be hungry. You must have worked up quite an appetite last night." His gaze flickered from her face down to her still-swollen belly, a look of pure, unadulterated pride in his eyes.

"Ed… what is that?" Sarah whispered, her hand tightening on the curve of her stomach. She could feel the mushed remains of her last meal shifting inside her as she stood.

"That?" he said, walking over to her and wrapping an arm around her waist, his hand coming to rest possessively on her belly. "That's breakfast. Or, well, a pre-breakfast appetizer. I thought we could start the day off right." He leaned down and kissed her, a deep, lingering kiss that tasted of syrup and satisfaction. "You look incredible this morning, by the way. Softer. Rounder. I love it."

He pulled her toward the table, but Sarah's feet were planted. "Ed, I can't. That's… those are animals."

"They're food, Sarah," he said, his voice losing its playful edge and taking on a firmer, more commanding tone. "And you're hungry. I can see it in your eyes. Don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself." He guided her into a chair, the wood groaning under her considerable weight. He pushed the plate of pancakes toward her. "Eat. You'll need your strength."

She picked up her fork, her hand trembling. She managed to swallow a few bites, the fluffy pancakes feeling like air compared to the lead weight in her gut. But the sight of the cages, the sound of the animals, it was all overwhelming. The hunger inside her wasn't for pancakes. It was for something solid. Something substantial.

Ed watched her, a knowing smirk on his face. He left her side and walked over to the cages, unlocking the one with the pig. He scooped up the squealing animal with ease and brought it over, holding it out to her.

"Come on, darling. Open up. Think of how good it will feel. All that meat, all that weight. It'll make you so beautifully round."

Tears welled in Sarah's eyes, but her body was already betraying her. Her mouth watered. Her jaw ached with that familiar, phantom stretch. She looked from the terrified pig to Ed's encouraging, hungry gaze. She knew she had no choice. She didn't want a choice.

With a sob, she opened wide.

The pig went down easier than she ever could have imagined. It was a thick, warm slide of muscle and bone, and it settled into her stomach with a heavy, satisfying thump. Her belly, which had been soft, immediately began to tighten, the skin stretching over the new, solid form.

"Good girl," Ed praised, already moving to the next cage. He returned with the sheep, its wool soft against her lips. This one was a struggle, a broader, more cumbersome meal that forced her jaw to its limit. She had to stand, bracing her hands on the table, to get it down. The resulting expansion was immense. Her belly surged forward, pressing hard against the edge of the table, the skin now a taut, gleaming globe.

"One more," Ed breathed, his eyes gleaming with arousal as he watched her. He brought her the goose.

Sarah was panting, sweat beading on her forehead. She was so full it hurt to breathe. But the sight of the last waiting meal, the promise of completing the set, pushed her onward. She took the goose, its long neck sliding down her throat first. It was the final piece.

When it was over, she collapsed back into the chair, a gasping, groaning mess. Her belly was a colossal, taut sphere, a lumpy, shifting landscape that dominated her entire body. The three distinct shapes of the animals were visible through her stretched skin, a horrifying, mesmerizing menagerie trapped within her.

Sarah sat frozen, a monument to gluttony in the hard wooden chair. The initial shock of the final swallow gave way to a sensation so overwhelming it was almost religious. Her belly wasn't just a stomach anymore; it was an ecosystem, a chaotic, living world trapped within her own flesh.

The movements were wild and frantic. The pig, still panicked, kicked hard against her ribs, a sharp, insistent pressure that stole her breath. The sheep, disoriented and suffocating, thrashed in a broader, rolling motion that made the entire dome of her belly sway from side to side. And the goose, its powerful neck muscles still spasming, created a frantic, probing bulge that traveled in tight, agitated circles just below her diaphragm.

Through the thin, over-stretched skin, she could see the faint outlines of their forms—a dark, huddled mass that was the pig, the larger, woolly shape of the sheep, and the long, distinct curve of the goose's neck. It was a horrifying, mesmerizing sight. A living tapestry of her own impossible capacity.

A soft, breathless moan escaped her lips. It wasn't a sound of pain or protest, but of pure, unadulterated sensation. She brought her trembling hands up, pressing them flat against the taut, quivering surface. The heat radiating from her skin was immense, and the vibrations from the animals' struggles traveled up her arms, a constant, thrumming reminder of the life she held inside.

Ed was on his knees before her, his eyes wide with worship. He wasn't touching her yet; he was just watching, drinking in the sight of her and the life she contained. "Feel it, Sarah," he whispered, his voice thick with reverence. "Feel them. All that life, all that energy, and it's all yours. It's all making you stronger. Making you more."

Sarah's head lolled back, her eyes fluttering shut. She could feel the distinct textures of their movements. The sharp, frantic kicks of the pig's hooves. The dull, heavy thuds of the sheep's body rolling against her stomach walls. The strange, slithering pressure of the goose's neck. It was a symphony of chaos, and she was the concert hall.

She shifted in the chair, and the movement sent a fresh wave of activity through her gut. The animals tumbled over one another, their combined weight pressing down, creating a profound, soul-deep pressure that was both agonizing and blissful. A deep, guttural groan rumbled through her, a sound that was both hers and theirs.

"God, look at you," Ed breathed, finally reaching out. He placed his hands gently on her belly, his fingers splayed wide. He didn't try to still the movements; he simply rode them, his hands rising and falling with the frantic landscape. "You're so alive. So full."

He leaned forward and pressed his ear against the taut surface, his eyes closing in concentration. "I can hear them," he murmured, his voice muffled by her flesh. "I can hear their little hearts beating. So fast. They know they're yours now."

Sarah couldn't speak. She could only lie back against the chair, a captive audience to the spectacle within her own body. The guilt was still there, a faint, distant echo, but it was completely drowned out by the raw, physical reality of her fullness. 

The weight was a profound anchor, the movements a thrilling, terrifying dance. She felt Ed shift beside her, his hands leaving her skin, and a moment of cold panic pierced through her haze.

"Ed?" she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper.

"Don't move, my love," he said, his voice tight with an excitement she recognized all too well. "I just had a thought. We're not done yet."

Her eyes fluttered open to see him walking toward the back door, not with the empty cages, but with purpose. He opened it and stepped out into the crisp morning air. Sarah's heart hammered against her ribs, which were already being assaulted from the inside by a particularly frantic kick from the pig. She could only sit and wait, a captive queen on her throne, listening to the sounds from the yard.

There was a squawking, indignant cluck. A soft, questioning 'baa'. Then the heavier, shuffling sound of something larger.

Ed returned a moment later, his grin wide and predatory. In his arms, he carried a crate. Inside it, a half-dozen chickens clucked and fluttered nervously. Trailing behind him, lured by a handful of feed he'd scattered, was a dairy cow, its large, placid eyes blinking slowly in the kitchen light. And finally, trotting confidently at his heels, was a goat, its wiry beard and mischievous eyes taking in the scene with what looked like amusement.

"No," Sarah breathed, the word a puff of air. The denial was automatic, a reflex, but it held no power. Her body was already responding, the deep, churning hunger in her gut roaring back to life at the sight of the fresh, living prey. The animals already inside her seemed to sense it too, their struggles intensifying, as if they were protesting the arrival of new roommates.

"Of course," Ed said, setting the crate of chickens on the counter. He walked over to her, his hands immediately finding the sides of her colossal belly. "We can't stop now. We're just getting to the good part. Look at all this space we still have to fill." He pressed gently, and Sarah gasped as the internal pressure mounted, the animals tumbling over each other.

He started with the crate. He opened it and scooped out a chicken, holding it by its wings. "Open up, darling. Think of them as little, feathery popcorn."

Sarah sobbed, but her jaw was already unhinging. The first chicken was a frantic, feathered slide, a ticklish, clawing sensation that shot down her throat. It joined the chaos below, and she could feel its small, panicked body immediately start fluttering against the larger mass of the sheep.

Ed didn't wait. He fed her the second, then the third, then the fourth. She swallowed them down in quick succession, a line of feathery bulges traveling down her throat. The sensation was bizarre, a cascade of light, frantic energy that contrasted sharply with the heavy, solid weight of the larger animals. By the time the sixth chicken was settled, her belly was a seething, lumpy cauldron of movement, the surface rippling constantly.

"Good," Ed grunted, his eyes gleaming. "Now for something with a bit more substance." He led the goat over. It bleated once, a sound of mild protest, before Ed guided its head toward Sarah's mouth.

This was harder. The goat's horns scraped her lips, its broader shoulders forcing her jaw to a new, agonizing limit. She had to grip the edges of the table, her knuckles white, as she worked her throat muscles, swallowing and convulsing until, with a final, powerful gulp, the goat slid into the churning vat of her stomach. The added weight was immense. Her belly groaned, the skin stretched to a paper-thin, shimmering translucency. She felt the goat's hooves kick hard against her stomach wall, a distinct, powerful movement that made her vision swim.

But Ed wasn't finished. He looked from Sarah's heaving, tear-streaked face to the cow, which was now looking at her with a placid, almost curious expression.

"One more," he whispered, as if to himself. "The main event. The final course."

He walked over to the cow, his hand stroking its rough hide. "Come on, girl. Time to meet your new home."

Sarah thought she would die. She was certain she would burst. There was no physical way her body could handle anything more. But as Ed led the massive animal toward her, that dark, thrilled part of her soul rose up, silencing the panic. She wanted this. She wanted to be so full she couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't be anything but a vessel of glorious, impossible fullness.

She opened her mouth as wide as it could go, a gaping, dark maw ready to receive.

The cow was a monumental effort. It took Ed's full strength to shove its head in. Sarah's entire body convulsed, her throat stretching to dimensions that defied all logic. The slide was agonizingly slow, a process of pure, painful stretching and swallowing. She could feel the immense weight of it entering her stomach, displacing everything else, forcing the other animals into the corners of her cavernous gut.

With a final, monumental shove from Ed, the cow's hind legs disappeared past her lips. Sarah's world went white. She felt a sensation like tearing, not of pain, but of ultimate release. Her belly surged outward, a tidal wave of flesh that engulfed the table before her. She was no longer just on the chair; she was the chair, a colossal, quivering dome of flesh that filled the corner of the kitchen.

The movements inside were now a muffled, distant thing, the individual struggles lost in the sheer, overwhelming mass. Sarah lay back, gasping, a bloated goddess of impossible scale. Ed knelt before her, his hands running in awe over the vast, taut expanse.

Sarah lay back, a soft groan escaping her lips as the weight of her own body settled. The chair was gone, the table was gone, the kitchen was gone. Her entire universe had contracted to the warm, heavy, living sphere that was now her body. She was no longer a person; she was a continent of flesh, a breathing, groaning world unto herself.

And she loved it.

The guilt, the horror, the reservations—they were like distant memories from another life, belonging to a smaller, weaker version of herself. This Sarah, this colossal being, knew only bliss.

She closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the sensation. The sounds were a symphony. A low, deep, constant gurgling was the bass line, the sound of her own powerful gut working to process the impossible feast. Layered over that were the muffled, frantic thrums from within—the panicked heartbeat of the cow, a slow, heavy drumbeat that echoed through her entire being. The frantic, high-pitched fluttering of the chickens was a frantic percussion, a constant, ticklish vibration against her stomach walls. And beneath it all, the occasional, dull thud of the goat's horns or the pig's hooves, a solid, grounding rhythm that made her entire belly quake.

The movements were a dance. The sheer mass of the cow created a slow, ponderous shifting, a tidal movement of weight that pressed against her ribs and diaphragm, making each breath a deep, satisfying effort. The goat, still fiery, would kick out suddenly, a sharp, jarring movement that would send a ripple across the taut surface, making the other animals tumble and scramble over one another. The sheep was a heavy, rolling presence, a soft, wooly weight that created gentle, swelling waves. And the chickens… they were a constant, agitated energy, a thousand tiny, feathery tremors that kept her skin humming and alive.

She brought her hands up, not to probe or explore, but simply to rest them on the warm, stretched surface. The heat was incredible, like a furnace. She could feel every vibration, every struggle, every frantic beat of a heart that wasn't her own, transmitted directly through her skin into her palms. It was the most intimate connection she had ever felt. She wasn't just holding them; she was their world. Their terror, their life, their final moments were all contained within her, and it felt so powerfully, undeniably right.

A deep, guttural moan rumbled through her, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She shifted slightly, and the movement sent a fresh cascade of sensations through her. The animals tumbled, the weight settled differently, a new pressure point against her spine made her arch her back, which in turn made the entire dome of her belly tighten and groan. The skin was pulled so thin it was translucent, a shimmering canvas where she could see the faint, dark shadows of the life inside.

Ed was there, she knew, his presence a comforting, grounding force at the edge of her awareness. But her focus was entirely internal. She was savoring every single second. The feeling of being so impossibly, gloriously, overwhelmingly full was a drug, and she was hopelessly, joyously addicted. She was a goddess of gluttony, a bloated, beautiful monument to consumption, and as another deep, contented sigh escaped her lips, she knew, with every fiber of her being, that she had never felt more alive.

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Chewing on her bottom lip, Sarah looked down at the large bowl that sat before her on the kitchen counter. This was insane. Completely and utterly insane, BUT it would get her what she wanted. It wouldn't hurt her in the end, that's what the potion was for, she'd just never heard of anyone else ever trying it before. This kind of magic was not typical… though that didn't matter, especially when she had the house to herself for the week. She could do this and enjoy it in peace.

Her thin hands ran down her almost painfully thin and flat figure. God how she craved this. To be full of something, anything, to not have a flat stomach. No, she wanted to have a nice, round orb of a belly.

In the large bowl before her sat far more marbles than she could count. Small clear glass orbs of various sizes. It seemed like the easiest thing to start with.

Sarah let out a low breath, having already let the shimmering potion settle in her system before she was carefully popping a few marbles into her mouth. Swallowing before she could let her mind stop her. This was something she'd planned out far in advance, making sure her girlfriend Ed was out of town, had taken vacation time. THIS was her time.

Shuddering softly as the cold glass quickly slipped down her throat, settling easily in her gut, and it almost startled her how easy it was. To swallow down a handful of marbles without a second thought.

The small brunette suddenly felt more confident as she stood there in the kitchen. She quickly swallowed a few more down, trying not to giggle at the soft clink she felt of glass against glass. The handful of glass balls doing little to push out her midsection, but it still felt... curious.

Shifting softly on her feet she got a little braver. Stuffing her cheeks full of the small orbs before swallowing thickly, and as before it all went down with ease. The new weight settling firmly in her stomach with a soft clatter.

The whole thing felt weird, but at the same time, it felt wonderful. Just pressing at her midsection through the fabric of her shirt, Sarah was honestly surprised to feel the start of a lumpy stomach. The small swell was lumpy and cold to the touch, shifting in unique ways as her fingers probed curiously.

It continued on like this for easily the next hour. The small woman taking handfuls of marbles at a time and swallowing them, testing the new shape of her stomach as it slowly ballooned outwards. Before long the swell started to get heavy, quickly making the thin frame look almost pregnant if it wasn't for the oddly lumpy look to it.

The large bowl had easily housed nearly thirty pounds, if not more, of marbles, and now that bowl sat empty. Yet it didn't feel like enough. Her hands slowly lifted the fabric of her shirt, going to stroke the sides of the lumpy orb, smiling contently. Burping softly as it all settled heavily. Why hadn't she done this sooner?

Moving slowly, she settled against the counter, simply rubbing small circles into her new shape. The skin stretched taut over the contents. If it wasn't for the texture, it would look like she was nearly full term.

Did she dare continue? Test the limits of what her body could handle? Yes, yes she did.

After a moment, Sarah started to debate what else she could put in her belly, what else she could use to make herself look pregnant. She didn't want to stop until the gut attached to her looked like twins if not more. Maybe... maybe the apples her girlfriend loved. They had nearly a whole barrel of them. Could she swallow them whole though? There was really only one way to find out... try it.

She didn't waste any time, waddling over to the pantry and rummaging through the barrel for some of the smallest of apples. Refilling the bowl she carefully had perched atop her belly. Humming contently to herself before she was sitting with a soft huff upon the couch. Smiling hungrily at the near overflowing bowl next to her. Really... she should call it a bucket not a bowl.

It didn't take the hungry woman long before she was slowly pushing an apple into her mouth, surprised at the ease the larger item went down with. It settled hard in her already packed stomach, producing a distinct lump where the fruit was poking out, even visible through her shirt. Poking the spot a few times before she let a hand seemingly press the odd shape in as Sarah belched again. Enjoying the sensation of everything inside tumbling and rolling about. It didn't hurt, no, rather it felt amazing.

Before long, she was emptying the bucket again, dark brown eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she enjoyed the sweet sensation of her midsection expanding. Becoming even more perfectly round. Both hands were quick to trace the sides of the swollen ball that was her lumpy belly. A satisfying groan rippled across the taut surface as her stomach tried to make sense of what she'd done. Stroking the now exposed skin with an air of satisfaction. By now the fabric had ridden up and settled well above her belly button. Putting it all on display, just how far she'd stretched herself. The skin was drawn perfectly taut against the contents of her stomach. Faint stretch marks starting to make themselves known.

Leaning back on the couch, Sarah smiled with content. Palming her belly with soft glee, moaning breathlessly at how it felt. How blissful it was to be filled... Yet it wasn't enough. She wanted more. The orb of a gut that stuck out before her, laying lazily in her lap, she wanted to be bigger.

Debating silently, she pulled out her phone, putting in an order for pizza... A few pizzas... No, a dozen pizzas through the place's delivery app. Counting her blessings that they had contactless delivery so no one would see her in her current state. Yet she didn't know if she really cared at this point.

While she waited, she simply, and happily played with her belly. Pushing it here and there. A soft belch escaped as her stomach kicked in, but as the doorbell rang and she waited for the delivery person to leave, Sarah found the person refusing to leave. She sat there silently, waiting patiently, but they just wouldn't leave. The doorbell was ringing near constantly.

It was with a huff she pulled herself to her feet, hobbling slowly to the door to slowly open it a crack to see why the delivery driver wasn't leaving or if they needed anything.

Yet she wasn't prepared to see a familiar face standing behind the person, grinning from ear to ear, and looking almost... aroused.

"Sarah, darling, thought I'd come home early and surprise you, but I see you're quite busy. May I join?" Ed asked, pushing the delivery driver forward a little. The large stack of boxes almost tipped as the taller teen squeaked in surprise.

Sarah's face immediately flushed a deep shade of red knowing she was caught. Well and truly she was caught, nodding quickly in response. Before she could argue or try to do anything else, Ed pushed through the door with the pizza delivery driver and the pizza. Locking the door behind her.

"Can I just say... I love the way this looks on you," Ed offered softly, pulling Sarah in for a long second, pressing a heated kiss to her lips before she was on the move again. The pizza was set on the counter and the pizza person was dragged along despite the chorus of silent protests being made.

"Sarah, love, why don't you go sit down. I'll be with you in a second."

Sarah opened her mouth to protest but the look she was given stopped her in her tracks. Hobbling obediently to the couch and flopping down seconds later. Her belly rattled as she went. She almost couldn't look at her girlfriend. Too embarrassed to say anything, but much like everything else that had happened before, she knew it something was shoved roughly into her mouth the moment she turned her head. Something that shouldn't have fit, but it was going down with ease. The delivery driver was halfway down her throat, screaming in protest as they went, Ed easily guiding them as they went. It took a long moment but before long Sarah's stomach ballooned outwards, tripling in size as a tall teenager was added to her lumpy meal. Thrashing violently and tearing the front of her shirt. Sarah was left gasping and moaning loudly.

Sarah lay back against the couch cushions, her breath coming in shallow pants. Her entire world had narrowed to the incredible, overwhelming sensation of fullness. Her belly was a taut, drum-tight sphere that dominated her vision, a lumpy landscape stretched to its absolute limit. The delivery driver's frantic struggles had subsided to a weak, rhythmic shifting, a deep internal churn that mingled with the constant, soft clinking of marbles and the solid, weighty presence of the apples. It was a symphony of pressure, a chaotic ecosystem contained within her, and the bliss of it brought tears to her eyes.

She ran her hands reverently over the expanse. The skin was hot to the touch, so stretched it felt like it might split, yet it held. Faint pink and silver stretch marks bloomed across its surface like a delicate web. "God," she whispered to the empty room, her voice a breathy moan. "Look at me." She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the sheer weight of it pinned her. Her belly looked like a prize-winning pumpkin, one that had swallowed a bag of ball bearings. It was absurd, it was impossible, and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Lost in her private paradise, she was completely oblivious to the soft click of the front lock disengaging. She didn't hear Ed open the door, nor the low murmur of male voices entering the house. Her eyes were closed, her focus entirely internal, savoring every gurgle and shift.

A shadow fell over her. Thinking it was Ed returning to her side, she opened her eyes with a lazy smile. The smile froze on her lips.

It wasn't just Ed. Standing behind her girlfriend were three men, all tall and powerfully built, their expressions a mixture of shock and raw, undisguised hunger. They looked like construction workers, their arms and chests thick with muscle, their eyes fixed on the impossible orb of her stomach.

"Ed...?" Sarah's voice was a squeak of confusion and panic.

"Relax, love," Ed said, her voice smooth as silk. She moved to Sarah's side, her hand possessively stroking the top of Sarah's belly. "You said you wanted to be bigger. I'm just helping you achieve your goals."

Before Sarah could form a protest, Ed was already in motion. She grabbed the nearest man, a broad-shouldered redhead, by his shirt and guided him forward. "Open wide, darling."

Sarah's mind rebelled, but her body, already primed by the potion and its recent conquests, responded on instinct. Her jaw dropped, stretching impossibly wide. The man's eyes widened in terror, but Ed was relentless, pushing his head into Sarah's mouth.

There was no time to think, only to feel. The thick column of his neck stretched her throat, the breadth of his shoulders forced her jaw to its breaking point. It was a tight, agonizing slide, but the potion held, her body accommodating the impossible intrusion. He went down with a final, desperate shove from Ed, landing heavily in her stomach with a splash that made her entire belly ripple and slosh.

Sarah gasped, her vision swimming. Her belly swelled outward dramatically, the skin now groaning with the strain. It was no longer just a pumpkin; it was the size of a small ottoman, lumpy and alive with frantic movement.

"One," Ed said with satisfaction, already reaching for the next man, a tall, lanky fellow. "Let's keep going."

This time, Sarah was more prepared, but no less overwhelmed. The second man joined the first, and the pressure became immense. She could feel them tumbling inside her, their combined weight pressing against her ribs and diaphragm, making it hard to breathe. Her belly was now the size of an armchair, a quivering, taut mountain of flesh that dwarfed the couch cushions.

"Last one," Ed announced, shoving the third and largest of the men, a veritable mountain of muscle, toward Sarah's mouth.

Sarah's body screamed in protest, but a dark, thrilled part of her surrendered. She wanted this. She wanted to be this full. She opened wide and took him in.

The final addition was catastrophic. With a sound like tearing fabric, her belly surged outward, becoming a colossal, perfectly round dome that engulfed her entire lap and spilled onto the floor on either side of the couch. The skin was thin and shimmering, a roadmap of blue veins and angry red stretch marks. She could see the distinct shapes of limbs pressing against her insides, a horrifying and mesmerizing sight.

"There," Ed breathed, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she knelt beside Sarah. "Now that's what I call full."

Sarah couldn't speak. She could only lie there, a trapped, bloated goddess, moaning as the three men shifted inside her, their struggles creating waves of movement across the taut surface of her belly. She was bigger than she had ever dreamed, a monument to gluttony, and as Ed's hands began to trace her new, impossible contours, a profound sense of rightness settled over her. This was what she was meant to be.

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The potion had done more than just allow Sarah to stretch; it had remade her. The weeks that followed her marathon session of consumption had seen her body change in ways she both secretly adored and publicly dreaded. Her painfully thin frame was gone, replaced by soft, inviting curves. Her hips had rounded, her breasts were fuller, and her stomach… her stomach possessed a permanent, gentle swell, a soft curve that pressed against the waistbands of her jeans. It was a constant, physical reminder of that day, a reminder of the impossible fullness she had achieved. And with it had come a new, persistent hunger, a low-level craving that hummed just beneath the surface of her consciousness. She ignored it, stuffing it down with normal food, but it never truly went away.

"Come on, love, the fresh air will do you good," Ed coaxed, her hand resting possessively on the small of Sarah's back as they walked through the sun-dappled park. "You've been cooped up inside all week."

Sarah just hummed noncommittally, pulling her light cardigan tighter around her torso. She loved the attention Ed gave her new body, the way her girlfriend's hands seemed to constantly find the new curve of her hip or the swell of her ass, but being in public made her feel exposed. It was irrational, she knew, but she felt like they could all see what she'd done, what she'd become.

They found a relatively quiet bench near a grove of ancient oak trees. Sarah leaned her head against Ed's shoulder, watching a young woman jog past on the path, her blonde ponytail swinging. The sight sent an unexpected pang through Sarah's gut—a sharp, twisting pang that had nothing to do with envy. It was hunger. Deep and primal. She shifted uncomfortably, pressing a hand to her softly rounded belly.

Ed noticed immediately. "What is it, darling?" she murmured, her lips brushing Sarah's ear.

"Nothing," Sarah lied, her voice tight. "Just a little cramp."

But Ed knew better. She saw the way Sarah's eyes tracked the jogger, the subtle swallow in her throat. A slow, predatory smile spread across Ed's face. She squeezed Sarah's shoulder. "I have an idea. Let's take a little walk. I saw a beautiful flower garden just over that hill."

Reluctantly, Sarah let herself be pulled to her feet. As they crested the hill, they saw it—not just a garden, but a small, secluded amphitheater of stone benches, and standing in the center, admiring a particularly vibrant rose bush, was the jogger from before. She was alone, humming to herself, completely absorbed in the flowers.

Before Sarah could process what was happening, Ed moved. She was silent and fast, a blur of motion. One moment the jogger was admiring a rose, the next Ed had a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist, dragging her silently behind the thickest part of the hedge.

"Ed, no!" Sarah hissed, her heart hammering against her ribs. Panic warred with a terrifying, traitorous surge of anticipation.

"Shhh, love," Ed grunted, struggling with the woman's frantic struggles. She was stronger than she looked. "You know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. That little cramp? It's not a cramp, is it? It's hunger."

Sarah stood frozen, her body trembling. Ed was right. The sight of the terrified woman, the smell of her fear, it was igniting that craving inside her, turning it from a hum into a roar. Her mouth began to water, her jaw aching with a phantom stretch.

Ed wrestled the woman around, pushing her toward Sarah. "Open up, Sarah. Don't fight it. This is who you are now. This is what you need."

The jogger's eyes were wide with terror, her muffled screams pleading. Sarah looked from her panicked face to Ed's encouraging, hungry gaze. She felt a tear slide down her cheek, but she also felt her body responding, her magic preparing. With a sob that was half despair, half surrender, she opened her mouth.

It was easier this time. So much easier. Her jaw unhinged with a familiar, painless pop, and her throat expanded to welcome the meal. Ed shoved, and the woman slid in headfirst. The slide was slick and efficient, her shoulders and torso disappearing down Sarah's gullet in one long, smooth motion. Sarah's belly, which had been softly rounded, began to surge outward almost immediately.

She could feel the woman kicking, her frantic struggles muffled by the flesh surrounding her. With a final, powerful gulp, Sarah's lips sealed around the woman's flailing feet. She swallowed, and the last of her vanished.

Sarah stumbled back against a tree, gasping. Her belly was enormous, a taut, straining dome that stretched her cardigan to its limit. The fabric rode up, exposing the hot, stretched skin of her midsection. It was a frantic, lumpy orb, alive with movement. She could see the distinct shape of a knee pressing outwards, a hand pushing against her ribs from the inside.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her hands flying to her swollen stomach. The pressure was immense, a breathtaking, blissful weight that pinned her in place. The internal struggles were slowly weakening, settling into a heavy, churning fullness. The hunger was gone, replaced by a profound, all-consuming satisfaction.

Ed was there in an instant, her hands roaming over the quivering expanse of Sarah's belly. "There she is," Ed purred, her voice thick with pride and desire. "There's my beautiful, full girl. Look at you. You're perfect."

The jogger was barely settled, her frantic movements softening into the heavy, languid churning of digestion, when Ed's eyes, sharp and predatory, scanned the park's entrance. A family of four was unloading from a minivan. A father, a mother, and two children, a boy and a girl, who were immediately bickering over a bright red bicycle. The father was trying to assemble it right there on the grass.

"Look, my love," Ed whispered, her voice a low, excited rumble against Sarah's ear. Her hand pressed firmly against the taut, drum-tight surface of Sarah's belly, which was already the size of a heavily pregnant woman's. "A feast. A whole little world, just for you."

Sarah's eyes widened in horror. "Ed, no," she gasped, a fresh wave of panic cutting through her post-meal bliss. "Not... not them. I can't. It's too much."

"Nonsense," Ed said dismissively, already moving. "You're not full. You're just getting started. We need to test you, find your true potential. Wait here. I'll bring the appetizers."

Sarah watched, trapped and helpless, as Ed sauntered over to the family. She was a picture of charm, pointing at the struggling father with the bike, offering a confident smile. Sarah couldn't hear the words, but she saw the effect. The father, relieved, stepped back. Ed took the tools, her movements efficient and sure. In minutes, the bicycle was assembled. The children cheered. The parents thanked her profusely.

That's when Ed struck. With the speed of a striking snake, she had the little girl by the back of her shirt. The mother screamed, but Ed was already turning, shoving the small, startled child toward the hedge where Sarah hid.

"Open up," Ed commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Tears streamed down Sarah's face as her body betrayed her. The hunger, which had been sated, roared back to life at the sight of the small, terrified form. Her jaw dropped, and she swallowed. It was quick, almost effortless. The little girl slid down with a small, pathetic bump, joining the jogger in the churning depths. Sarah's belly swelled, groaning, the skin stretching even tighter.

"Next!" Ed called out, already returning for the little boy. He put up more of a fight, kicking and screaming, but it made no difference. Sarah, sobbing openly now, took him in too. The pressure was staggering. Her belly was now a massive, quivering sphere, the fabric of her cardigan splitting with a sound of tearing threads. It was a frantic, lumpy landscape of shifting forms.

The parents were in full-blown panic, the father trying to call 911 on his phone, the mother screaming for help. Ed disarmed the man with a brutal shove, sending him tumbling to the ground. She grabbed him by the hair.

"The main course," she panted, dragging him toward Sarah.

Sarah thought she would burst. She was certain of it. But as the man's head was forced into her mouth, her magic surged. Her throat expanded, her stomach stretched, and with a series of desperate, convulsive swallows, she took him in whole. The world went white for a moment as her belly ballooned to an impossible size, dwarfing her torso and spilling onto the grass around her. She could feel ribs and hips pressing against her insides, a horrifying, electrifying sensation.

She lay there, a gasping, bloated monument, certain it was over. She couldn't take another bite.

But Ed wasn't done. She came back one last time, dragging the weeping, hysterical mother. "Dessert," she said, her voice soft and reverent. "The final piece to make you perfect."

Sarah wanted to refuse, but she couldn't. Her body was a vessel now, a thing to be filled. She opened her mouth, and the last of the family disappeared inside her.

The resulting expansion was beyond comprehension. Sarah's belly became a colossal, mountainous dome of flesh, a quaking continent of taut skin. It engulfed her, rising above her like a second body. The stretch marks were no longer faint lines but deep, angry rivers of red and purple. The movements inside were a chaotic symphony of muffled screams and frantic struggles, a horrifying ballet that she could both see and feel.

Ed stood back, admiring her handiwork, her chest heaving with exertion and arousal. She walked around Sarah's gargantuan form, her hands tracing the impossible contours. "My God," she breathed. "You're magnificent."

She looked from Sarah's bloated, tear-streaked face to the forgotten bicycle lying on the grass. A wicked thought crossed her mind. "You know," she said, picking up the red bike. "We can't leave evidence."

Sarah's eyes flew open in disbelief. "No... Ed, you can't..."

But Ed was already lifting the bike. She maneuvered it over Sarah, aligning the handlebars with her gaping mouth. "Let's see how deep you really are."

With a final, triumphant shove, Ed began to feed the bicycle into Sarah. The cold, hard metal of the handlebars scraped her throat. The frame forced her jaw to its absolute limit. It was an agonizing, surreal process of swallowing steel and rubber. Sarah's body, pushed beyond any conceivable boundary, somehow accommodated it. The bike folded and contorted inside her, its hard edges adding a new, agonizing texture to the churning mass of humanity.

When the pedals finally passed her lips and the last of the bike was inside her, Sarah didn't move. She couldn't. She was a prisoner within her own flesh, a beached whale of impossible fullness. Her belly was a terrifying, beautiful sight—a taut, shimmering dome so vast it covered the ground beneath her. Through the thin, stretched skin, she could see the faint outline of a bicycle tire intertwined with the shape of a human leg.

Ed knelt beside her head, her voice a loving whisper. "There now. You're perfect. Absolutely, perfectly full." She leaned down and kissed Sarah's sweat-slicked forehead. "And you're all mine."

[delivering-rosie-deactivated202]

Delivering-Rosie Potion Ask Game!

My take on a potion ask game!

How it works:

It's simple! Before your eyes are several bottles of potions. They can do various things to my body (or an OC's body if you reblog this and only have OCs), all things related to pregnancy and birth. You can pick one bottle or combine numerous bottles, but no matter what I have to consume them.

There are Baby Bases and Add-ons. Bases can be used on their own, add-ons are just something extra to spice them up. Bases can be combined, and add-ons can be combined.

The one rule: You are limited to max three bottles per ask: one base, two add-ons. Any more than that and the effects are cancelled out and nothing happens. If you do not chose the twins or triplet add-on, it'll be assumed a singleton is inside.

[bigbellyqueen]

have you tried object vore yourself?

I love object vore - the bigger the better

*in real life no, unfortunately

[bigbellyqueen]

Jake stood behind the counter, his feet aching from the long shift. The store was bustling, and he was just counting down the minutes until he could clock out and head home. As the last customer of the evening exited, he let out a sigh of relief, rubbing his tired eyes.

Just as he was about to start tidying up, a woman stormed in, her face flushed with anger. She marched up to the counter, slamming a few items down with a thud. "I need to return these," she demanded, her voice sharp and irritated.

Jake nodded, trying to maintain a professional demeanor. "Of course, ma'am. I can help you with that. Do you have your receipt?"

The woman huffed, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "I don't need a receipt. I just want to return these items and be done with it."

Jake sighed inwardly, knowing that this was going to be one of those customers. He started to process the return, his movements efficient despite his weariness. As he handed her the refund, the woman leaned in, her voice low and menacing. "You know, you're going to regret not helping me properly."

Before Jake could respond, the woman spat something in a language he didn't understand and stormed out of the store, leaving him bewildered. He shook his head, attributing it to another annoying customer and quickly forgot about the incident as he turned his attention to the next task.

The next customer in line was an older gentleman with a full cart. Jake greeted him with a forced smile and started scanning the items. Everything seemed normal at first, but as he swiped the third item, his stomach suddenly lurched. He paused, a look of confusion crossing his face. The customer gave him a funny look, so Jake tried to brush it off and keep scanning.

But as he swiped another item, his stomach lurched again. This time, he couldn't ignore it. A hand flew to his belly, and to his shock, it was slightly rounded beneath his uniform. He tried to ignore the sensation, attributing it to hunger or maybe just a weird cramp, but his stomach let out an ominous gurgle that he couldn't ignore.

The next couple of items were small and didn't make much of a difference in his stomach, but it was when he scanned a box of frozen ice cream bars that he felt the icy treats land in his stomach. The sensation was so vivid and strange that he froze, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Jake didn't want to finish the rest of the items, but the customer was getting impatient, so reluctantly, he kept going. By the end of the transaction, his belly was nearly bulging out under his uniform, his shirt slowly riding up his tummy. It ached with overfullness and cramped around the dozens of groceries he had scanned.

Finally, he reached for the last item with a sigh of relief, but when he grabbed it and saw what it was, his heart dropped. A whole watermelon.

Jake's mind raced as he tried to process what was happening. The curse from the angry customer, the strange sensations in his stomach, the impossible fullness—it all made sense now. He was trapped in a nightmare, a curse that would change his life forever.

Jake stared at the watermelon in his hands, his mind racing. The weight of it seemed to double as he held it, the curse already taking effect. He could feel the massive, round fruit pressing against his stomach, adding to the already overwhelming fullness. His belly, now a taut, distended orb, strained against his uniform, the fabric pulling tight and threatening to tear.

The older gentleman, oblivious to Jake's internal turmoil, waited patiently for his receipt. Jake fumbled with the register, his hands shaking as he tried to complete the transaction. With each passing second, his stomach grew more uncomfortable, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.

Finally, the receipt printed, and the customer left, leaving Jake alone with his curse. He doubled over, his hands clutching his belly as a wave of cramps washed over him. The contents of his stomach shifted and sloshed, a chaotic symphony of sounds that echoed through his body.

Jake managed to stumble to the back room, collapsing into a chair as he tried to catch his breath. His belly, now the size of a small boulder, pressed against the table, threatening to tip it over. He could see the distinct shape of the watermelon, a lumpy protrusion that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

As the minutes ticked by, Jake's discomfort only grew. Each movement, no matter how small, sent ripples of pain through his abdomen. He knew that he had to finish his shift, but the thought of scanning more items, of feeling more food enter his body, was almost more than he could bear.

With a heavy sigh, Jake stood up, bracing himself for the ordeal ahead. He made his way back to the register, his steps slow and labored. As he approached the next customer, a young woman with a few bags of groceries, he steeled himself for what was to come.

"Good evening," he managed to say, his voice strained. "Let's get you checked out."

The woman smiled at him, completely unaware of the torment he was enduring. Jake started to scan her items, each beep of the register sending a fresh wave of dread through him. He could feel the food entering his body, adding to the already impossible weight in his stomach.

By the time the woman left, Jake was in agony. His belly was a massive, quivering dome that dominated his vision. The skin was stretched so thin it was almost translucent, showing the faint shadows of the contents within. He knew that he couldn't continue like this, that he had to find a way to break the curse.

But for now, all he could do was endure. Endure the aches, the pains, the relentless pressure. Endure the curse that had turned him into a human grocery store, a walking, talking testament to the power of magic and the cruelty of fate.

As the night wore on, Jake's shift became a blur of pain and discomfort. Each customer, each item scanned, added to the monumental weight in his stomach. By the time his replacement arrived, Jake could barely stand, his body a prison of endless, crushing fullness.

Jake stood outside the store, his massive belly pressing against the fabric of his uniform, straining it to its limits. The night air did little to ease his discomfort, and as he looked at his car, he realized with a sinking feeling that he wouldn't be able to fit behind the wheel. His gut, a colossal, quivering orb, would be in the way, making it impossible for him to drive.

Just as he was contemplating his predicament, a familiar voice called out to him. "Jake? Are you okay?"

He turned to see Emily, a coworker who had always had a thing for him, walking towards him. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of his distended belly, but she quickly composed herself, a look of concern replacing her initial shock.

"Jake, what happened to you?" she asked, her voice soft with worry.

Jake let out a sigh, his hands resting gently on his belly. "It's a long story, Emily. But the short version is that I've been cursed. Every food item that gets purchased is duplicated into my stomach."

Emily's eyes widened in disbelief, but she didn't question him further. Instead, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm in a gesture of comfort. "That's terrible, Jake. Let me help you. I can drive you home."

Jake hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to accept her offer. But as another wave of cramps washed over him, he knew that he had no choice. He needed to get home, to rest and figure out a way to break the curse.

"Thank you, Emily," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I appreciate it."

Emily nodded, her eyes filled with determination. "Don't worry, Jake. I've got you. Let's get you home."

Together, they made their way to Emily's car, Jake moving with slow, labored steps. As he settled into the passenger seat, his belly pressing against the steering wheel, he let out a sigh of relief. The car was spacious enough to accommodate his massive gut, and as Emily started the engine, he allowed himself a moment of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, things would get better. Maybe Emily's presence, her kindness and support, would be the start of something new, something that could help him through this ordeal. As they pulled out of the parking lot, Jake leaned back in his seat, his eyes closing as he tried to focus on the road ahead, both literally and metaphorically.

The drive home was a blur for Jake, the constant pressure and discomfort in his stomach making it hard to focus on anything else. Emily drove carefully, her eyes occasionally flicking to him with a mix of concern and something else—something warmer, more intimate. Jake was too preoccupied with his own misery to fully register it, but he was grateful for her presence.

As they pulled up to his house, Emily turned off the engine and turned to him. "We're here, Jake. Let me help you inside."

Jake nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He managed to open the door, but getting out of the car was another matter. His belly, a massive, taut sphere, made it difficult for him to maneuver. Emily was quick to his side, her hands gentle but firm as she supported him.

"Easy now," she murmured, her voice soothing. "We'll get you inside and comfortable."

Together, they made their way to the front door. Jake fumbled with his keys, his hands shaking, and Emily took them from him with a soft smile. "Let me," she said, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

Inside, the house was dark and quiet. Jake made his way to the bedroom, each step a laborious effort. His belly pressed against the doorframe as he entered, the skin stretched so tight it was almost translucent, showing the faint shadows of the contents within.

Emily followed him, her eyes never leaving his distended form. "Here, let me help you get comfortable," she said, her voice soft and caring.

Jake sat on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his belly. Emily knelt before him, her hands hovering over his stomach for a moment before she began to rub gently. Her touch was light at first, but as Jake let out a soft moan of relief, she pressed a little harder, her fingers working in slow, circular motions.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, her eyes meeting his.

Jake nodded, his breath hitching as her hands continued to massage his belly. The sensation was incredible, a mix of relief and something more—something that made him feel seen, cared for. "Yes," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "It feels amazing."

Emily smiled, her hands never stopping their soothing motion. "I'm glad. You've been through so much, Jake. Let me take care of you."

As her hands worked their magic, Jake felt a wave of relaxation wash over him. The constant ache in his stomach eased, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation that spread through his entire body. He leaned back on the bed, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the comfort she was offering.

Emily continued to rub his belly, her touch growing bolder, more possessive. She could feel the solid weight of the contents within, the impossible fullness that was both a curse and, in this moment, a connection between them. Her hands traced the curves and contours, memorizing every lump and bump, every stretch mark and vein.

Jake's breathing deepened, his body relaxing into the mattress. He was vaguely aware of Emily's presence, her touch, her caring, but it all felt distant, like a dream. The last thing he remembered before drifting off to sleep was the soft, gentle pressure of her hands on his belly, and the whispered promise of more to come.

Jake drifted in and out of a fitful sleep, his dreams filled with the chaotic sensations of his cursed belly. The ache was a constant companion, a throbbing pressure that radiated through his entire body. He shifted restlessly, his hands instinctively going to his stomach, tracing the taut, distended surface.

As consciousness began to seep back in, Jake became aware of a new sensation—a strange, squirming movement deep within his belly. It was unlike anything he had experienced before, a writhing, frantic motion that sent ripples across the surface of his skin. He groaned, his eyes fluttering open as he tried to process what was happening.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a soft lamp in the corner. As his vision cleared, Jake realized that he was no longer alone. Emily was sitting beside him on the bed, her eyes fixed on his belly with an intensity that was almost unsettling.

"Emily?" Jake's voice was hoarse, his throat dry. "What's happening? Why am I feeling this way?"

Emily turned to him, a strange smile playing on her lips. "Shh, Jake. It's okay. I just wanted to help you feel even fuller. You were so beautiful like that, so complete. I couldn't resist adding a little more."

Jake's brow furrowed in confusion. "Adding more? But I thought—"

Before he could finish his thought, a wave of cramps hit him, causing his belly to convulse. The squirming inside intensified, and Jake let out a cry of pain and surprise. He could feel distinct, small forms moving within him, their struggles creating a chaotic symphony of sensation.

"Emily, what did you do?" Jake managed to gasp out, his hands clutching at his belly as if he could hold it together.

Emily's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a fervor that sent a chill down Jake's spine. "I just thought you needed a little more company in there. A few stray cats from the neighborhood. They're so small, so insignificant. But together, they make quite the addition, don't they?"

Jake's mind reeled at the implications. Cats. Inside him. Squirming and struggling, adding to the already impossible fullness. He could feel their tiny claws and teeth, their frantic movements creating a new level of discomfort that was almost too much to bear.

"Emily, please," Jake begged, his voice a desperate plea. "Make it stop. I can't—"

But Emily was already in motion, her hands firm and insistent as she rolled him onto his side. Jake let out a cry of pain as his massive belly, now a boulder of impossible proportions, pinned him to the bed. The weight was crushing, pressing down on his hips and legs, making it impossible for him to move.

"Shh, Jake," Emily cooed, her voice a soothing murmur as she began to rub his belly again, her hands working in slow, circular motions. "It's okay. I've got you. Let me take care of you."

Jake's breath came in shallow gasps as he tried to process the sensations overwhelming his body. The cats inside him were still squirming, their movements creating a chaotic symphony of sound and sensation. But Emily's touch, firm and possessive, was grounding, a anchor in the storm of his torment.

"Emily," Jake managed to gasp out, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"

Emily's smile was soft, almost dreamy, as she continued to massage his belly. "Because you're mine, Jake. And I want to see you complete. I want to see you filled to the absolute brim, stretched to your limits. It's beautiful, Jake. You're beautiful like this."

Jake's eyes widened in shock and horror. He had always known that Emily had feelings for him, but this—this was something else entirely. This was obsession, possession, a warped desire to control and consume.

"Emily, please," Jake begged again, his voice a broken whisper. "You're hurting me. This isn't right."

But Emily seemed not to hear him, her focus entirely on his belly, her hands never stopping their relentless motion. "Almost there, Jake," she murmured, her voice filled with anticipation. "Almost complete."

Jake could feel the cats inside him, their struggles growing weaker, their movements more desperate. The pressure in his stomach was immense, a crushing weight that threatened to split him open. And through it all, Emily's hands, firm and insistent, continued to rub and press, coaxing his body to accommodate even more.

"Emily," Jake sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "Please, make it stop. I can't take anymore."

But Emily was lost in her own world, her own desires, her hands working with a fervor that was almost frightening. And as Jake lay there, pinned and helpless, he knew that he was at her mercy, a plaything in her twisted game of possession and control.

Emily left the room, her footsteps echoing softly as she retreated, leaving Jake alone with his torment. He lay on his side, his massive belly a colossal, quivering orb that dominated the bed, hanging off the edge and pressing heavily against the mattress. The items in his cock and the swollen yoga ball-sized testicles added a new dimension of discomfort, a throbbing, pulsing weight that radiated through his entire body.

Jake took shallow, ragged breaths, trying to settle into his new shape, to find some semblance of comfort in the impossible fullness that consumed him. The cats inside his stomach were still, their struggles having ceased, but their presence was a constant, squirming reminder of the curse that bound him.

The room was quiet, the only sound the soft, wet gurgling of his belly and the distant ticking of a clock. Jake closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the relentless pressure and discomfort. He thought of simpler times, of a life before the curse, before Emily's twisted desires.

But the respite was short-lived. The sound of footsteps returning to the room pulled him from his thoughts, and Jake's eyes fluttered open to see Emily re-entering, a look of determination on her face. Behind her, four large, burly men followed, their expressions a mix of confusion and apprehension.

"Emily, what are you doing?" Jake managed to gasp out, his voice hoarse with disuse and discomfort. "Please, no more. I can't—"

But Emily silenced him with a firm hand on his shoulder, her touch both comforting and commanding. "Shh, Jake. It's okay. I'm just adding a few more to the collection. You're going to be so full, so complete."

The first man stepped forward, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe as he looked down at Jake's distended form. Emily guided him, her hands firm and insistent as she positioned his head at Jake's mouth.

"Open wide, darling," she cooed, her voice soft and soothing. "Let him in."

Jake's jaw dropped, stretching impossibly wide as the man's head pushed past his lips. The sensation was overwhelming, a strange, yielding looseness that gave way to the solid pressure of the man's body. He could feel the man's shoulders, his torso, sliding down his throat, each inch a new level of fullness, a new dimension of discomfort.

The man went down with a final, desperate shove from Emily, landing heavily in Jake's stomach with a splash that made his entire belly ripple and slosh. Jake let out a cry of agony and pleasure, his body convulsing as the impossible intrusion settled within him.

Emily moved on to the next man, her motions efficient and purposeful. This one was larger, his broad shoulders straining Jake's throat to its limits. Jake could feel the man's struggle, the way his body resisted the impossible passage, but Emily was relentless, pushing and coaxing until he, too, slid down into the chaotic depths of Jake's stomach.

The third man was even larger, his massive frame causing Jake's throat to stretch to an almost unbearable degree. Jake's vision swam, black spots dancing at the edges as he fought to accommodate the impossible intrusion. But Emily's hands were there, firm and guiding, helping him to relax, to yield to the pressure.

And then, the fourth man. He was the largest of all, his body a solid wall of muscle and flesh. As Emily positioned him, Jake could feel the man's hesitation, the way his body tensed and resisted. And as his head pushed past Jake's lips, something gave way with a wet, tearing sound.

The man's shoulders were too broad, his body too solid, and he became stuck, half in and half out of Jake's mouth. Jake let out a guttural cry of pain and panic, his body convulsing as he tried to accommodate the impossible intrusion. The man above him thrashed and struggled, his eyes wide with terror as he realized his predicament.

Emily's hands were quick to his sides, her touch firm and commanding as she pressed and coaxed, helping Jake to relax, to yield to the pressure. "Shh, it's okay," she murmured, her voice a soothing murmur. "Just a little more, Jake. Almost there."

With a final, desperate push, the man slid the rest of the way in, his body settling heavily in Jake's stomach with a sickening thud. Jake's belly, already a colossal, quivering orb, surged outward, the skin stretching taut and thin, showing the faint shadows of the contents within.

As the last man settled, Emily stepped back, her eyes roaming over Jake's transformed body with a look of awe and satisfaction. "Perfect," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "Absolutely perfect."

Jake lay there, a trapped, bloated figure of impossible fullness, his body a prison of endless, crushing weight. His belly hung off the side of the bed, a massive, squirmy thing that pulsed and shifted with the movements of its contents. And as Emily's hands began to trace the taut, distended surface, a profound sense of rightness settled over him. This was what she wanted, what she needed. And in this moment, he was hers, utterly and completely.

[bigbellyqueen]

Chewing on her bottom lip, Sarah looked down at the large bowl that sat before her on the kitchen counter. This was insane. Completely and utterly insane, BUT it would get her what she wanted. It wouldn't hurt her in the end, that's what the potion was for, she'd just never heard of anyone else ever trying it before. This kind of magic was not typical… though that didn't matter, especially when she had the house to herself for the week. She could do this and enjoy it in peace.

Her thin hands ran down her almost painfully thin and flat figure. God how she craved this. To be full of something, anything, to not have a flat stomach. No, she wanted to have a nice, round orb of a belly.

In the large bowl before her sat far more marbles than she could count. Small clear glass orbs of various sizes. It seemed like the easiest thing to start with.

Sarah let out a low breath, having already let the shimmering potion settle in her system before she was carefully popping a few marbles into her mouth. Swallowing before she could let her mind stop her. This was something she'd planned out far in advance, making sure her girlfriend Ed was out of town, had taken vacation time. THIS was her time.

Shuddering softly as the cold glass quickly slipped down her throat, settling easily in her gut, and it almost startled her how easy it was. To swallow down a handful of marbles without a second thought.

The small brunette suddenly felt more confident as she stood there in the kitchen. She quickly swallowed a few more down, trying not to giggle at the soft clink she felt of glass against glass. The handful of glass balls doing little to push out her midsection, but it still felt... curious.

Shifting softly on her feet she got a little braver. Stuffing her cheeks full of the small orbs before swallowing thickly, and as before it all went down with ease. The new weight settling firmly in her stomach with a soft clatter.

The whole thing felt weird, but at the same time, it felt wonderful. Just pressing at her midsection through the fabric of her shirt, Sarah was honestly surprised to feel the start of a lumpy stomach. The small swell was lumpy and cold to the touch, shifting in unique ways as her fingers probed curiously.

It continued on like this for easily the next hour. The small woman taking handfuls of marbles at a time and swallowing them, testing the new shape of her stomach as it slowly ballooned outwards. Before long the swell started to get heavy, quickly making the thin frame look almost pregnant if it wasn't for the oddly lumpy look to it.

The large bowl had easily housed nearly thirty pounds, if not more, of marbles, and now that bowl sat empty. Yet it didn't feel like enough. Her hands slowly lifted the fabric of her shirt, going to stroke the sides of the lumpy orb, smiling contently. Burping softly as it all settled heavily. Why hadn't she done this sooner?

Moving slowly, she settled against the counter, simply rubbing small circles into her new shape. The skin stretched taut over the contents. If it wasn't for the texture, it would look like she was nearly full term.

Did she dare continue? Test the limits of what her body could handle? Yes, yes she did.

After a moment, Sarah started to debate what else she could put in her belly, what else she could use to make herself look pregnant. She didn't want to stop until the gut attached to her looked like twins if not more. Maybe... maybe the apples her girlfriend loved. They had nearly a whole barrel of them. Could she swallow them whole though? There was really only one way to find out... try it.

She didn't waste any time, waddling over to the pantry and rummaging through the barrel for some of the smallest of apples. Refilling the bowl she carefully had perched atop her belly. Humming contently to herself before she was sitting with a soft huff upon the couch. Smiling hungrily at the near overflowing bowl next to her. Really... she should call it a bucket not a bowl.

It didn't take the hungry woman long before she was slowly pushing an apple into her mouth, surprised at the ease the larger item went down with. It settled hard in her already packed stomach, producing a distinct lump where the fruit was poking out, even visible through her shirt. Poking the spot a few times before she let a hand seemingly press the odd shape in as Sarah belched again. Enjoying the sensation of everything inside tumbling and rolling about. It didn't hurt, no, rather it felt amazing.

Before long, she was emptying the bucket again, dark brown eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she enjoyed the sweet sensation of her midsection expanding. Becoming even more perfectly round. Both hands were quick to trace the sides of the swollen ball that was her lumpy belly. A satisfying groan rippled across the taut surface as her stomach tried to make sense of what she'd done. Stroking the now exposed skin with an air of satisfaction. By now the fabric had ridden up and settled well above her belly button. Putting it all on display, just how far she'd stretched herself. The skin was drawn perfectly taut against the contents of her stomach. Faint stretch marks starting to make themselves known.

Leaning back on the couch, Sarah smiled with content. Palming her belly with soft glee, moaning breathlessly at how it felt. How blissful it was to be filled... Yet it wasn't enough. She wanted more. The orb of a gut that stuck out before her, laying lazily in her lap, she wanted to be bigger.

Debating silently, she pulled out her phone, putting in an order for pizza... A few pizzas... No, a dozen pizzas through the place's delivery app. Counting her blessings that they had contactless delivery so no one would see her in her current state. Yet she didn't know if she really cared at this point.

While she waited, she simply, and happily played with her belly. Pushing it here and there. A soft belch escaped as her stomach kicked in, but as the doorbell rang and she waited for the delivery person to leave, Sarah found the person refusing to leave. She sat there silently, waiting patiently, but they just wouldn't leave. The doorbell was ringing near constantly.

It was with a huff she pulled herself to her feet, hobbling slowly to the door to slowly open it a crack to see why the delivery driver wasn't leaving or if they needed anything.

Yet she wasn't prepared to see a familiar face standing behind the person, grinning from ear to ear, and looking almost... aroused.

"Sarah, darling, thought I'd come home early and surprise you, but I see you're quite busy. May I join?" Ed asked, pushing the delivery driver forward a little. The large stack of boxes almost tipped as the taller teen squeaked in surprise.

Sarah's face immediately flushed a deep shade of red knowing she was caught. Well and truly she was caught, nodding quickly in response. Before she could argue or try to do anything else, Ed pushed through the door with the pizza delivery driver and the pizza. Locking the door behind her.

"Can I just say... I love the way this looks on you," Ed offered softly, pulling Sarah in for a long second, pressing a heated kiss to her lips before she was on the move again. The pizza was set on the counter and the pizza person was dragged along despite the chorus of silent protests being made.

"Sarah, love, why don't you go sit down. I'll be with you in a second."

Sarah opened her mouth to protest but the look she was given stopped her in her tracks. Hobbling obediently to the couch and flopping down seconds later. Her belly rattled as she went. She almost couldn't look at her girlfriend. Too embarrassed to say anything, but much like everything else that had happened before, she knew it something was shoved roughly into her mouth the moment she turned her head. Something that shouldn't have fit, but it was going down with ease. The delivery driver was halfway down her throat, screaming in protest as they went, Ed easily guiding them as they went. It took a long moment but before long Sarah's stomach ballooned outwards, tripling in size as a tall teenager was added to her lumpy meal. Thrashing violently and tearing the front of her shirt. Sarah was left gasping and moaning loudly.

Sarah lay back against the couch cushions, her breath coming in shallow pants. Her entire world had narrowed to the incredible, overwhelming sensation of fullness. Her belly was a taut, drum-tight sphere that dominated her vision, a lumpy landscape stretched to its absolute limit. The delivery driver's frantic struggles had subsided to a weak, rhythmic shifting, a deep internal churn that mingled with the constant, soft clinking of marbles and the solid, weighty presence of the apples. It was a symphony of pressure, a chaotic ecosystem contained within her, and the bliss of it brought tears to her eyes.

She ran her hands reverently over the expanse. The skin was hot to the touch, so stretched it felt like it might split, yet it held. Faint pink and silver stretch marks bloomed across its surface like a delicate web. "God," she whispered to the empty room, her voice a breathy moan. "Look at me." She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the sheer weight of it pinned her. Her belly looked like a prize-winning pumpkin, one that had swallowed a bag of ball bearings. It was absurd, it was impossible, and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Lost in her private paradise, she was completely oblivious to the soft click of the front lock disengaging. She didn't hear Ed open the door, nor the low murmur of male voices entering the house. Her eyes were closed, her focus entirely internal, savoring every gurgle and shift.

A shadow fell over her. Thinking it was Ed returning to her side, she opened her eyes with a lazy smile. The smile froze on her lips.

It wasn't just Ed. Standing behind her girlfriend were three men, all tall and powerfully built, their expressions a mixture of shock and raw, undisguised hunger. They looked like construction workers, their arms and chests thick with muscle, their eyes fixed on the impossible orb of her stomach.

"Ed...?" Sarah's voice was a squeak of confusion and panic.

"Relax, love," Ed said, her voice smooth as silk. She moved to Sarah's side, her hand possessively stroking the top of Sarah's belly. "You said you wanted to be bigger. I'm just helping you achieve your goals."

Before Sarah could form a protest, Ed was already in motion. She grabbed the nearest man, a broad-shouldered redhead, by his shirt and guided him forward. "Open wide, darling."

Sarah's mind rebelled, but her body, already primed by the potion and its recent conquests, responded on instinct. Her jaw dropped, stretching impossibly wide. The man's eyes widened in terror, but Ed was relentless, pushing his head into Sarah's mouth.

There was no time to think, only to feel. The thick column of his neck stretched her throat, the breadth of his shoulders forced her jaw to its breaking point. It was a tight, agonizing slide, but the potion held, her body accommodating the impossible intrusion. He went down with a final, desperate shove from Ed, landing heavily in her stomach with a splash that made her entire belly ripple and slosh.

Sarah gasped, her vision swimming. Her belly swelled outward dramatically, the skin now groaning with the strain. It was no longer just a pumpkin; it was the size of a small ottoman, lumpy and alive with frantic movement.

"One," Ed said with satisfaction, already reaching for the next man, a tall, lanky fellow. "Let's keep going."

This time, Sarah was more prepared, but no less overwhelmed. The second man joined the first, and the pressure became immense. She could feel them tumbling inside her, their combined weight pressing against her ribs and diaphragm, making it hard to breathe. Her belly was now the size of an armchair, a quivering, taut mountain of flesh that dwarfed the couch cushions.

"Last one," Ed announced, shoving the third and largest of the men, a veritable mountain of muscle, toward Sarah's mouth.

Sarah's body screamed in protest, but a dark, thrilled part of her surrendered. She wanted this. She wanted to be this full. She opened wide and took him in.

The final addition was catastrophic. With a sound like tearing fabric, her belly surged outward, becoming a colossal, perfectly round dome that engulfed her entire lap and spilled onto the floor on either side of the couch. The skin was thin and shimmering, a roadmap of blue veins and angry red stretch marks. She could see the distinct shapes of limbs pressing against her insides, a horrifying and mesmerizing sight.

"There," Ed breathed, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she knelt beside Sarah. "Now that's what I call full."

Sarah couldn't speak. She could only lie there, a trapped, bloated goddess, moaning as the three men shifted inside her, their struggles creating waves of movement across the taut surface of her belly. She was bigger than she had ever dreamed, a monument to gluttony, and as Ed's hands began to trace her new, impossible contours, a profound sense of rightness settled over her. This was what she was meant to be.

[bigbellyqueen]

Poor thing wants attention, huh~

Well yes!

What is the fun of stuffing this empty gut of mine all by myself?

And my tummy is so empty. . .

[enchantella]

[dumdolly]

it’s pink so u can’t say it doesn’t fit ur aesthetic:-)

[benverli]

so, just because i don’t live in the US, here are the suicide prevention hotlines for a few other places. Please feel free to add any more!

UK : 8457909090

Mexico : 5255102550

Algeria : 0021 3983 2000 58

The Bahamas : 322-2763

Belgium : 1813

Botswana : 3911270

Bulgaria : 0035 9249 17 223

Canada : 1-866-APELLE

China : 800-810-1117 OR 010-82951332

Croatia : 48 33 888

Cyprus : 8000 7773

Finland: 010 195 202 (Finnish) [phone] (foreigners)

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines

^ hope his was helpful

[bigbellyqueen]

You deserve a round belly. Big and round~

Please 🥺 would you help give me one?

[bigbellyqueen]

Would you wanna do a rp?

Yes please 🥺

[bigbellyqueen]

In search of someone to rp with, someone willing to stuff me full of babies, food, or whatever you wish.

All I ask is keep me round 🤤❤️

[bigbellyqueen]

Back at it and hoping to find someone willing to stuff a flat belly full of whatever you would like. Eggs, babies, food, you name it. I just want to be waddling and stuffed full.

[bigbellyqueen]

Here goes nothing, looking for someone to Rp with. Desperate for someone to stuff me silly and keep me round. Pregnant, or stuffed, or inflated.

[bigbellyqueen]

Still on the hunt 🥺

[let-me-fill-you]

Hyperpreg SHOULD be noisy.

Amniotic fluid sloshing, skin creaking as it stretches further, hungry gurgles because such a large brood demands lots of food, and (if they're monsters) ominous muffled growling...

[bigbellyqueen]

YES

[bigbellyqueen]

In search of someone to rp with, someone willing to stuff me full of babies, food, or whatever you wish.

All I ask is keep me round 🤤❤️

[bigbellyqueen]

Back at it and hoping to find someone willing to stuff a flat belly full of whatever you would like. Eggs, babies, food, you name it. I just want to be waddling and stuffed full.

[bigbellyqueen]

Here goes nothing, looking for someone to Rp with. Desperate for someone to stuff me silly and keep me round. Pregnant, or stuffed, or inflated.

[bigbellyqueen]

Still on the hunt 🥺

[bigbellyqueen]

Do you still RP?

Yes when I have time

[bigbellyqueen]

Potential RP start

My hands hold my midsection as a moan slips out of parted lips. The shirt I'm wearing barely even covers my chest as I'm forced to stand. The weight in my gut is almost too bare but it's addicting. Red splotches can be seen from where what I've swallowed down won't stop kicking. My stomach growls at me angrily, demanding more food. Yet I know if I push my luck this won't end well.

[bigbellyqueen]

Fpreg/Mpreg: MC is pregnant and overdue with aliens/demons/etc. and YC is their friend/partner. Being overdue, they're ready to go into labor any day. (Possible birth denial and unwilling to admit they're in labor and try to play it off)

Fpreg/Mpreg: YC is secretly an alien, but can pass for a human. YC ends up becoming MC's partner and gets them pregant with human hybrid quads. (Maybe rapid pregnancy or sudden growth spurts every now and then with really active babies, even during labor)

Mpreg/Fpreg: Any sort of rapid pregnacy/pregnant expansion (fast or slow) and the details can be discussed through pm!