feeder who gets you stoned and stuffed to grope your growing gut and coax out heavy, full burps while youâre too high to do anything else but sit there and enjoy it
POV: Your pup treats every meal like it might be their last and every extra serving like a personal challenge
Your pup has already given up on wearing anything remotely restrictive. Their jeans were the first casualty, followed shortly by their shirt. Now theyâre sprawled across the couch in nothing but their underwear, belly so swollen from their heavy greasy Mexican takeout lunch that it rises and falls with every slow, overworked breath.
You settle down beside them and immediately pull them into your arms. Your pup lets out a pathetic little whine as you drape an arm across their bulging middle.
âGoodness, sweetheart,â you murmur, rubbing slow circles over the taut curve of their stomach. âSomeoneâs been eating really good lately, huh?â
The belly beneath your hand answers with a long, unhappy gurgle.
Your pup just pouts.
âOh, donât give me that look, You stuffed your greedy little face with enough food for three people baby.â
A louder burble follows. Your pup squirms deeper into your chest, clearly hoping youâll stop teasing them.
Instead, you lean down and kiss the top of their head.
âMy poor little butterballâ You murmur teasingly into their ear.
A few hours later your phone buzzes. Itâs your aspiring chef friend. Apparently theyâve been recipe testing all afternoon and made far too much food. Theyâre dropping off several containers and donât want anything to go to waste.
The second you mention food, your pupâs ears perk up. You stare at your big bellied pup in disbelief as you listen to their belly gurgle away angrily and say âAbsolutely not.â
Another hopeful look.
âSweetheart, you can barely breathe let alone eat even moreâ You say trying to reason with your spoiled pup.
Their stomach chooses that exact moment to let out a deep, watery slosh. Your pup has the decency to look embarrassed for approximately three seconds.
Then the food arrives.
Despite already looking like they swallowed a beach ball, your shameless little pup immediately claims theyâre âjust gonna have a âlittleâ taste.â
A taste of course ends up becoming a plate. The plate becomes another plate. That then becomes an entire dinner.
An hour later you find them sitting on the couch with yet another container balanced in their lap.
âPuppyâ You say admonishingly.
âItâs second dinnerâ they say as if second dinner was a normal occurrence.
âYou already had dinnerâ You say with a mix of fondness and exasperation.
âThat was regular dinnerâ they whine with the most duh tone ever.
You canât even argue with their logic because theyâre already stuffing another bite into their mouth. By the time the last container is empty, your pup is completely defeated.
They waddle over and collapse beside you with a groan, belly stretched impossibly round and firm beneath your hands. Every few seconds another overworked gurgle rolls through it as their poor digestive system tries to figure out what crime it committed to deserve this.
You rub the swollen mound affectionately.
âMy sweet little glutton, your tummy is working overtimeâ You coo.
A miserable little whine is what you get in return.
âYou know,â you continue thoughtfully, poking the curve of their potbelly, âat the rate your going that young pup metabolism of yours isnât going to be able to save you.â
Your pup freezes.
âOh yeah. Keep eating like this and this little thing?â You pat their belly like a drum. âWill become permanent.â
Their eyes widen. You immediately kiss their forehead before they can panic.
âNot that it would stop youâ you tease as you smirk down at them.
Another loud gurgle answers for them.
Because honestly?
You both know that if somebody showed up with a third dinner right now, your spoiled, big-bellied pup would devour every last bite, consequences be damned.
I disappeared for a while, but I'm back. I'll probably start posting more often again.
But here's something cool! I swallowed some air, drunk a lot of water earlier and it created perfect sloshes. If you're into sloshing then this video is for you hahah.
I was pushing my fingers into my stomach, learned sometime ago that it creates perfect gurgles. It even pushed some air up to my throat hah. I'm unable to burp unfortunately :(. But the sloshes were amazing! Felt great. Now I'm still feeling and hearing air traveling through my insides. Such a cool feeling. And the sounds are nice too.
A form fitting dress clinging to a womanâs big belly is so sexy and as much as i love big booba i think its sexiest when the belly sticks out further than the tits, it just makes her belly look extra big and full
Also seeing bloated bellies at a fancy catered party in all of that formal dress wear is đ„” so many stuffed guts pretending they donât need to fart
huge fantasy of mine: take a feedee who's a high performer at work, flexes their intelligence, wins awards, professional and well-spoken...
and reduce them to a belching hot mess for the night. Leave them stuffed and dazed past the point of coherent thought. To give their brain a well-earned break â€ïž
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