the front door to cove's beach house opens slowly with a creak as cove herself walks in with a huff. she's come back from her neighbor's yearly sea food boil party, where it always seems like there is an unending supply of seafood. which means... cove couldn't keep track of all the generously filling, spicy and buttery crab meat she ate the entire 4 hours she was there.
cove slowly makes her way to her room and sets her stuff down by her bed. she goes through her routine of immediately stripping into comfier clothes. only this time, her shirt seems harder to get off.. a soft burble can be heard from her stomach, finally making cove look at what she's done to herself.
she looks down and notices she can't seem to find her feet, as they're now covered up by her rounded out middle. she lets out a soft gasp and whines, "ohhh mannn..." she can't believe how her smaller frame is holding any of the food packed inside her gut currently.
she continues to get her pjs on. panties and a white, sheer coverup top. why not? she's got her own private beach, not like anyone would see her in this pitiful state.
cove grunts as she opens the slide door to her backyard (can you even call it a backyard?), where the white sand and clear blue waves greet her. she sinks into her beach lounge chair, belly up and bloated to her max capacity.
the ocean breeze brushes against her middle, making it rumble gently. cove's hand involuntarily moves to the middle of her stomach, she closes her eyes, "so... full.."
the waves of cramps begin to roll through cove's stomach now, making her wince and squirm in the lounge chair. her stomach groaning and practically creaking, the spices and liquidy butter stir up inside her like a storm.
"too... f-full.." she grunts and throws her head back as a roar rips through her stomach loudly.
the noises from both her and her stomach get louder and more desperate as now everything inside has turned to an upset mess...
"rub..." she moans, "need to rub...nghnn~" she looks next to her and in the sand is the tanning oil she used the other day. she grabs the bottle, pops the top open and drizzles the brown oil onto her full, grumbling gut. cove watches with her eyebrows furrowed in awe as her stomach begins to glisten in the nice uv rays of the sun.
she puts the oil down and slowly makes her hands grip the sides of her taut stomach. she begins to rub the tanning oil onto her stomach, each push and rub making loud, sick churns. causing a few whimpers to slip out cove's lips...
"n-no more room inside you..." she pants, "fuck, all this seafood boil is roaring inside my g-gut...hnggh.."
the spice from the food makes her stomach tingle and warm as it churns away harshly. behind her bellybutton pulses as the pressure builds up, between gas and slop. as she rubs the tanning oil more, she slips a hand under her lower stomach. as it emits a long, deep groan she feels it vibrate under her palm. she moves her index and middle finger up just below her bellybutton and rubs deep, small circles into the area. her stomach let out loud, bubbly gurgles, making her moan a little too loudly at the releases...
"s-shit... i-i'm..." she tries to get out through whines, "i'm too f-full and- ngghhh! it's so angry with me... f-fuck, my belly~"
with her eyes widened and jaw dropped, a bubbly, harsh growl leaves her poor stomach, making her see stars and squeeze her thighs together.
the ocean waves calmly crashed in front of her and the breeze kisses the sides of her steaming stomach. she grips the sides of her lounge chair, legs shaking while being a whimpering mess. she feels everything brew hard in her lower belly. the swell of her stomach pulses of bubbles and sloshy pressure. each movement in the chair causes the mess inside to glorp loudly.
"i think- the bathroom... i-is in dire need real soon..." she says to herself through a moan. cove attempts to turn and get up from the chair, but between the sun in her eyes and the immense weight of her stomach, there's just no way she's getting up for an emergency...
