As she twirls her fork and raises another mouthful to her lips, leaning over the table takes a slight, but noticeable extra effort. A warm weight at her center cushions her in her seat. She chews, savors carefully, and swallows. It's a slow journey down, and she's uncomfortably aware of the tight squeeze between her ribs before more brimming warmth blossoms and settles in the pit of her stomach. She tilts back with a heavy sigh and her hand wanders immediately underneath her shirt, coming to rest on the gently swollen curve of her full belly. Content, she rubs in lazy circles, glancing around for prying eyes as her fingertips already tease at the edges of her belly button, its soft insides pushed closer to the surface, enough to feel a queasy, but pleasant resistance when a fingertip presses deeper.
Her plate isn't empty, but she needs a moment. Her breath comes in measured, rhythmic waves, her high waistband straining rough against her skin as her abdomen swells outward with each inhale. Can she finish? There's a dull ache, a gentle shifting in her gut that demands attention. The sight of her belly full enough to rest in her lap summons thoughts of lounging somewhere soft and comfortable, baring her midriff to a cool breeze and both her warm hands, soothing oil cascading down to pool in her wide-open navel.
Her reverie is interrupted by a sudden presence at her side, and before she can compose herself, an extra helping drops onto the plate, golden noodles soaked in sauce and teeming with garlic and spices. "You're doing so good. Have a little more." a voice murmurs. They breeze away before she can protest, and savory steam is already wafting over her palate. Her stomach is quiet, full to comfortable capacity, its soft surface pressed just slightly against the edge of the table, a band of skin just visible under her tighter-fitting top...but she lifts her fork again.
Here's a fantasy for you, belly lovers. This has a little of everything - belly play, navel play, breeding, light feederism, hinted sub/dom dynamics. Definitely nsfw.
Flashing my belly to the entire friend group was a complete accident. At first I thought no one had seen.
It was warm and comfortable at my friend's place where we were all hanging out. We were eating our way through a spread of snacks, elevated by the puff I'd had when my friend offered a joint. I was feeling pretty giggly and relaxed. It was a warmer than average evening. Thinking nothing of it, I slipped my jumper over my head, noticing almost immediately a coolness on my tummy.
Of course, my shirt had ridden up along with it, giving the squad a full view of almost my entire belly. I quickly glanced around, slightly panicked, before realizing everyone was involved in their own conversations and hadn't noticed. Until my eyes met yours.
My cheeks flared and we both looked away quickly. A smile twitched in the corner of your lips, but you hastily continued speaking with the person closest to you.
I was absolutely mortified. You were new to the group. We'd only met a few times, but I had liked you from the start. You were warm and funny. Once you leaned in close to whisper a joke just for me, brushing my arm as you did so. We had hit it off pretty quickly. I felt a tingle of curiosity about you.
That feeling died after seeing you smile. I felt humiliation coursing through me, my heart pounding. Laughing at the chubby girl and her wardrobe malfunction. What could be funnier?
I tried to go back to the conversation, but my thoughts were turned inward. Distracted, I got up and started to refill my plate with food. I wasn't watching. The plate slipped from my fingers, the snacks dropping back on to the table. I tracked the flight path of a piece of chocolate and saw it come to rest on your lap. You picked it up and held it out to me.
"Uh oh. This one's yours." You said, smiling. Your eyes matched the colour of the chocolate in your fingers. Hesitantly, I reached for it.
"Ah, ah!" You said, shaking your finger. "Open up!"
I must have looked dumbstruck. But the smoke from earlier had made me passive, and automatically I opened my mouth. Gently, you placed the chocolate on my tongue, running your thumb along my bottom lip. I closed my eyes, thinking that this chocolate was the best I'd ever had.
"Oooooh!" The group chorused, good-natured and encouraging. You gave me a real smile then, a dazzling one, then you looked away sheepishly. Tucking your hands into your pockets, your awkwardness returned, and you sat back down. The group had already moved on, the moment already forgotten.
Excusing myself, I slipped out of the room to seek out the bathroom, looking for a moment to compose myself. What just happened?
That smile...it wasn't interest. Was it? I had so rarely been flirted with. I wasn't sure. But there was a warmth in your eyes that hadn't come from the temperature around us. And your thumb trailing over my lips, the chocolate melting in my mouth...
When I came out of the bathroom, I stepped into the dimly lit hallway that led back outside to the gathering. The noise of our friends having a good time felt inviting, but distant. Then, as if I had thought you into existence, you stepped into the hallway beside me. I gasped a little.
"The crew's pretty rowdy tonight, huh?" you said, on your way past me.
"Ha, you said it. Actually, I was thinking I might head off soon." To be alone. To work out these conflicting emotions of embarrassment and excitement.
You paused mid step and turned back to me. "Aw, really? but it wouldn't be fun without you!"
I felt my eyebrows raise. "Really?" I asked, shyly.
"Of course!" You took a step closer, leaning in conspiratorially. "who would I laugh with when TJ says something dumb? Who would I talk to about cooking? And - " your voice dropped a little, like you were telling a secret - "who would I feed snacks to?"
I blushed, trying to cover my embarrassment with a laugh.
"That's true. I'm not sure anyone else would give you the opportunity." I winked, then continued walking down the hall.
"Wait-" you said, your hand gently touching my arm. My heart jumped. I turned back to face you. Those eyes again, pulling me in. You stepped a little closer. You smelled like a mix of bonfire smoke and toffee, with some kind of subtle, warm cologne underneath. A heady mix.
"Did you want to come to mine, maybe? Keep the good vibes going?"
I groaned at the joke, but your smile brought out my own.
"You have a wonderful smile." I laughed, feeling a tug of something deep inside me, a sense of being pulled in.
You stepped a little closer. I realised I hadn't been imagining it.
"Is that...a yes?" you said playfully, raising an eyebrow, then moving them up and down rapidly.
I laughed, and I realised I could feel the wall behind me. How did we get so close?
"You're so beautiful." You said quietly, against my ear. Your breath gave me goosebumps all over.
"Hey now, what's all this then?" a jovial voice boomed, stepping into the hallway. We sprang apart.
"Bathroom's that way, TJ." I said, giving him a playful push.
"Right you are, miss, thank ya kindly." TJ said, winking at me. The bathroom door closed and I turned back to you.
"Okay." I said, taking a deep breath. "Let's go to yours."
Part 2 - Alone together
Once we were at your place, you became much more nervous. We were sitting together, passing a joint back and forth, looking out the window at the city lights. I was feeling relaxed, but keyed up with excitement.
"You know, I wasn't laughing at you. When your shirt rode up." You said, your fingers lightly tracing patterns over my jeans.
"Sure, sure." I said, trying to focus on the conversation and not what was happening on my thigh. "I know I'm chubby. It's okay. I've been bullied for it my whole life."
"You misunderstand." You said, looking at me. I could tell you were eager to say something. That it was important to.you.
"It was seeing your - " you paused, and cleared your throat. "Your belly."
My mind went blank. Already I knew I was going to replay the moment in my head later, to think about how you had seen my belly, and to touch myself with the thought. But now, you were telling me it affected you too?
"What about it?" I asked, placing my hand on your thigh as well and giving a gentle squeeze.
"Well, it's so gorgeous, and so soft..." You trailed off, shyly. You covered your face with your hands and shook your head slightly, laughing.
"Ah, I'm sorry-"
"You liked it? my...belly?" I asked, turning to face you. "Really?"
"God, yes. I kind of have a thing for soft tummies." You admitted. I felt a thrill run down my spine, and I became aware of an increasing hungry ache in my lower belly.
Hearing you say the word tummy had a strange effect on my breathing. Slowly, gently, I leaned in. Your lips against mine felt smooth and soft at first. I kissed you deeply, and you eagerly responded. Encouraged, I kissed you deeper, and it quickly became passionate.
My breath hitched in my chest and I could feel a wave of need wash over me. I was making small little noises of pleasure. I paused briefly, slowing everything right down. Intentionally slow, I ran my tongue along your bottom lip, tasting, inviting, before withdrawing.
Your hand tightened on my thigh. You shook a little. Again, I slid my tongue along your bottom lip. This time, your mouth parted, and we kissed even deeper, exploring each other with our tongues. Slightly dazed, you pulled away.
"Oh. Wow. I've never done that before." You said, a little shakily.
I smiled, my hand travelling up your leg. I brushed against a little bulge, and you gasped, looking into my eyes in a frightened way. I withdrew immediately.
"I'm so sorry -" You said, clearly embarrassed. You shifted your seat a little to make it less obvious.
"No, don't be." I said, reassuringly. It gave me confidence to see the effect I was having on you. "Is this okay?" I asked, rubbing your thigh softly again.
You nodded, smiling weakly. "God, yes. I'm just afraid that I might-"
"Hey, it's okay. Whatever happens, happens. Are you okay to keep going?" I said, my heart swelling a little. You seemed so shy.
"Yes. Please." You said, reaching for me again. I pulled you up off the couch so we were standing close together. I leaned in, kissing you lightly. You returned my kiss more forcefully this time, backing me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around your neck, pressing my body against you. My shirt lifted a little, exposing my lower belly. You broke away to look at it, before returning my kisses even harder. I felt something firm pressing between us with my hands as they ran over your clothes, and suddenly you pushed your bulge into my lower belly. We both gasped and you let out a deep, hoarse groan.
"Oh, God. Oh my God." You said, almost to yourself.
"You like that, don't you?" I whispered, biting my lip and lifting my shirt. I felt myself blush at my own audacity.
I felt your bulge twitch in your pants, and I realised it had grown a lot.
My shirt was off then, my belly and bra fully exposed.
"I have a secret." I said, my hands running over your pants, teasing. Your eyes were glued to my belly, and I started rolling my body a little, making it jiggle and dance. The bulge grew even bigger.
"My belly is so, so sensitive." I said huskily. You flushed, glancing in my eyes and back to my belly, nervously, shyly.
"Can I touch it?" you asked eagerly.
"I need you to, right now." I said. I surprised myself. It was almost a demand. I closed my eyes.
I felt the warmth of your hands first. You were exploring my shape, my softness. Over my hips, squeezing a little as you pulled me closer to you. I shivered.
Next came your fingers. Pushing, prodding, pinching. Every crease, every dimple you explored thoroughly. You took a slight detour and went lower, reaching around and squeezing my ass. I pushed up against you and gasped at your firmness.
"Oh, fuck." You said, your voice strained.
Then you started tracing circles around the rim of my belly button. I withdrew from your touch, like an electric shock, but with the wall behind me, there wasn't much room to escape.
My belly shuddered.
I looked into your eyes, my breath coming in fast, short bursts.
"Not there." I whispered, pathetically.
"This is where it is most sensitive?" You confirmed, your finger still tracing the rim. "In this sexy little belly button?"
I closed my eyes, nodding. I couldn't believe this was happening. Finally.
"I'm going to touch every part of this belly. That includes this." You said. The dynamic shifted slightly, you were the braver one now. Your voice was stronger, and I could see a little wet patch forming on your pants. Without any further warning, your finger slid all the way inside my belly button.
I cried out. The feeling of your finger filling up my navel, sinking so deeply inside, made me weak. You grunted at the sight of your finger disappearing into my deep, cavernous navel, both of us surprised how much could fit. I was excruciatingly aware of how your finger filled up the whole space. I moaned, again, your invading finger tormenting my sensitive little belly hole. You explored the sides and then used your fingernail to lightly scratch my knot. Involuntarily my back arched up, and I felt warmth gushing in my panties, acutely aware of my pulse throbbing against your finger.
"What a sexy little belly button you have. I'm going to do all sorts of naughty things to it. You're not going to be able to stop me." You growled, a look of deep lust in your eyes.
I whimpered, my knees weak. Then suddenly you started pushing, deeply, into my belly button.
I lost myself then. My mind went completely blank, and I felt nothing but primal need. I moaned, whimpering, surrendering.
"Oh, fuck." You swore, prodding me harder. The nerves from my belly button concentrated all the way down so it felt like you were fucking me from the inside. I felt another little gush of warmth in my panties. Dimly, I heard you fumbling with your jeans. Without warning you withdrew your finger, the suction creating a loud pop. I lurched, throbbing, my belly jiggling.
Opening my eyes, I saw you were taking off your pants. I helped you with your briefs, and there, suddenly, rock hard and beautiful, was the clear evidence of your need. I could see how you were leaking already, little beads of precum catching the light. I took it in my hand, softly, biting my lip. It looked so deep in colour, and desperately it twitched.
"Ugh, yes, just like that," You panted, your lips on my neck, your hands reaching around to unhook my bra. You tossed it lightly, then pulled back to examine my breasts. I arched my back again, showing off a little, continuing to stroke you with a gentle rhythm. I could feel my own need growing, made harder to bear after your belly play.
Your hands cupped my breasts, your thumbs sliding over the curve of my creamy soft skin. I slightly increased the speed of my strokes, making sure to gently explore the sensitive tip, enjoying you throbbing in my hands. I could tell you were trying to hold back.
"You have such a pretty cock." I whispered, teasingly. You seemed to crumple a little, and you blushed deeply. I could tell you were shy about being spoken to like that, that it turned you on.
Your thumbs moved upwards, touching and teasing my nipples. I jerked, feeling them get hard instantly. I felt your cock thicken slightly in my hands.
"Your breasts are so sexy. Look at how hard these nipples are for me!" You said delightedly. They were becoming sensitive very quickly.
"Ow, ouch. Ooh, that hurts," I whimpered, shaking slightly.
"Fuck." You groaned. A surge of precum slid down into my fingers. I bit my lip, and said again, even quieter:
"That hurts, baby." I looked into your eyes, and I saw how that struck some kind of chord in you, some secret naughtiness.
You withdrew from my stinging nipples, your hands back on my belly. Squeezing and jiggling it, admiring the roundness and the softness.
"Look at this potbelly. This chubby tummy." You said, giving it a few smacks. I pushed it out, making it look even rounder. I kissed you deeply, and between kisses, whispered:
"You fed me so well. I'm just so full."
You jerked hard in my hands. Sliding down I cupped your balls, massaging gently. I could feel them tightening up.
"Oh, oh God. Ugh, fuck. Oh no, oh no-" you groaned, your belly tensing.
"It's okay, baby. Come on my belly. Come for me, darling." I moaned soothingly.
You took my hands and held them above my head, pushing me back into the wall forcefully. I gasped, feeling you push your hot, hard cock deep into my belly, thrusting desperately. The tip was popping in and out of my navel, leaving a glistening trail. I arched my back, both of us moaning desperately.
"Oh God, yes. yes. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come." You panted, jackhammering your hips deeply into my belly.
Then, suddenly, an eruption of warmth splattered all over my tummy. You shook, almost crying with the force of it, as rope after rope shot out, covering us both. The sheer amount was staggering.
For a few moments, I held you against me, your cock pressed into my soft belly, softening. I was holding you, and you were shaking, utterly spent.
"I'm sorry-" you began.
"For what?" I said, gently.
"Coming so quickly. I-"
I kissed you, gently.
"Lay down." I said, encouragingly.
We moved to the bedroom and you laid down. Then, I surprised you by climbing on top. Slowly, deliberately, I took your softening cock and guided it inside me.
"Ohhh." I moaned, feeling my pussy throb around you.
"Oh my God!" You cried, giggling, jerking your hips under me, sensitive. I sat up and stood still, not moving, just feeling you inside me. Then I started to play with my belly button, still covered in your cum.
You got the idea and quickly replaced my finger with your own, teasing and tormenting my sensitive navel. I felt as your finger slid in and out, your cum making my skin slippery and shiny.
I felt you stiffen inside me and I gasped, feeling you grow and harden once more. I did my best not to move too much, trying not to overstimulate you too much. You grabbed and squeezed my belly, shaking it, lifting it, jiggling all of my softness.
I started to moan, aching with need. I couldn't help it, I started to bounce up and down on your cock. We both watched as my belly and breasts jiggled, feeling you get harder and harder inside me.
"Please." I begged you. "Please fuck me." You pushed your finger deep into my belly button again, fingering it deeply. I could feel it building deeply inside, and I started to increase my pace. We both groaned deeply.
"We can't - do it - like this," you panted, frantically. "I'm not wearing -"
"I know," I said, riding you and looking you right in the eyes. "You could get me pregnant."
"Oh, fuck." I felt you quickly come back to being fully hard inside me.
"My belly will swell so big. Make me so fat, baby. Breed me. Put a baby in my belly." I demanded, fucking you harder.
Suddenly you grabbed my hips, pulling me down onto you. I cried out, the sound of rhythmic fucking, a deep warm wetness between my legs.
"You feel - so fucking good!" You grunted, pushing up deeply inside me.
All of a sudden, I was there. I gasped, closing my eyes, feeling the strength of it crash over me, radiating powerfully throughout both of our bodies. I clenched around you and after a few seconds felt you spurting deep inside me, your mouth closing around my breast, suckling greedily. I groaned deeply, feeling myself gush.
And then, it was over. Both of us exhausted. I felt you soften inside me, and very gently I lifted myself off.
Laying beside you, snuggling together, we both quickly fell into a deep sleep. I know this was the start of something very special.
"Hold still." His neck strains and his pulse is audible with the back of his head pressed to the wall. She leans closer and the delicate hood at the upper edge of her navel threatens to graze the tip of his nose. He draws in a shallow breath and involuntarily tilts his face down, greeted by a clear view of every detail of the inner surfaces, soft lines and creases joined into a sultry star at the center of her innie.
She grabs his collar and holds him in place, her thumb tracing slow paths across his throat. "Too close. What did I just say?" He bares his teeth and clenches his fists in his lap. With a mocking smile, she stretches back, hips sinking and belly pulling inward, her navel narrowing into a dark oval before opening wide, inviting, as she exhales, peering down as she places two fingers on either side of her belly button and pulls the rim in a slow, gentle circle. He fails to avert his eyes and stares deep.
"If you don't behave I-" her voice tapers to a squeal as he lunges with both hands for her waist, her fingertip tugging her belly button upward into an eager slit, making way for his burning tongue to drag desperate up the soft trail leading inside, the tip forcing itself tight all the way to the core of her navel, flicking hungry and rough against the fine details - she can feel it pulsing near her spine. He snarls, hand firm on her back to push her close against his face, breathing heavy between deep, lingering tongue kisses, his free hand spreading her belly button with its palm pressed to the curve of her lower belly.
Her nails clutch the nape of his neck and the pace slows, he shudders and gasps with his forehead to her solar plexus. Both catching their breath, he lets his fingers wander over her bare skin, drawn inevitably back to the glistening edges of her navel, caressing the lower rim and slipping inside, pulling away and immediately returning. He leans back, arm around her waist, to take in the full view of her midriff rising and falling, belly convex with every deep inhale. His hand is poised beneath her navel, his gaze locked to it. "Hold still."
"Are you listening?" No, not even remotely. Not for lack of trying or care, but the words blend together into sweet nothings he would walk over hot coals to hear clearly. The reproachful tone barely drags him back to reality, only to be met with the same vision that sent him wandering off in the first place, the dark cleft of her deep navel beckoning just below the rumpled edge of her shirt, the way the fabric hangs for dear life to the contour of her waist.
It's a shameful effort to force his eyes to meet hers, his gaze threatens to drop down her body and focus, settle, probe deep where he knows it belongs. As she rolls her eyes and turns elsewhere, his body betrays him and hand meets hip, palm presses pleadingly against lower belly and guides her close enough for him to bury his face in the shallow crook of her flank. Both bodies tense at the lightning bolt of sudden touch but her step falters and her hand, unsure but calm, comes to rest on his forearm, his rough cheek reveling against her smooth skin. Breath slows to a heavy sigh, a rise and fall deep in her core as his attention remains, as always, with her.
Just when it seemed winter would never end, life returned. It felt queasy, unfamiliar, but its pulse was undeniable.
Pent-up yearning becomes eager tinder at the first sight of bare skin. Layers shed to reveal the smooth, supple expanse, dreams of tender touch rumbling close to the surface. Soft contours drawing inward to the valley of origin, of fluttering sensation and breathless laughter. Deep satisfaction full to the brim under aching softness.
Sorely missed, long awaited, hope settles at the core.
Does it count as staring if it's your peripherals? He sips his coffee, pretending to fuss with his keyboard. He hasn't written anything for at least ten minutes. Across the quiet cafe, she stretches again, tipping her chair back. The streaks of sunlight pouring in through the windows seem to center on her torso, as her baggy sweatshirt rides up just enough to give him a long glimpse of her belly button. The soft curve of her lower belly rests comfortably on the hem of her sweatpants, pressing down on it slightly as she takes a deep breath. His pulse starts to pick up.
He isn't quite stealthy enough - she catches him watching out of the corner of his eye and they both blush, their eyes darting to pretend to be looking anywhere else. While he mimes typing, hunched sheepishly over his laptop, she does some watching herself. Her stomach growls quietly, full and content. Almost on instinct, her hand drifts under her shirt and cradles her midriff, rubbing in absentminded circles. Secretly, they both picture their hands layered on top of each other, his fingertips slipping past her navel, poking a little deeper each time.
She rises and slings her bag over her shoulder, glancing in his direction one last time. When his gaze meets hers, she shifts her shoulders, stretching out the kinks in her back, making sure that her sweatshirt rises and falls just enough to flash her deep navel a couple of times, her belly bouncing as she moves her hips, enough to almost make him break out in a sweat. He imagines himself on his knees, her hands gentle but insistent on his shoulders as he presses his lips against her warm skin. She turns to leave with a smile, and the heat from outside settles in his chest as he decides to keep daydreaming
The heat makes it easier to daydream. Her words drift through his mind - "stop and think of me..." He lets the crowd carry him, and he looks for her in everyone else. Henna designs dance on bare skin all around him, and he pictures drawing the brush slowly down her tummy, in an agonizing spiral around her belly button, imagines her muffled gasps and the way her body rocks as she fights to hold still. Someone's hip grazes against his wrist and he shivers, wishing it was her, how he would lift his hand just enough to tickle her as she slips past. Handmade jewelry for sale...something sparkling wrapped around her waist, hanging tassels giving her little chills as she walks. He can almost feel her lifted up on his shoulders, her midriff so close but just out of reach...until he lowers her back into his arms, presses his lips against her navel for just a second before she slips away, and he chases the thought of her through the crowd.
well here’s an evil lee idea… definitely for the brats in the audience…
Tying your ler to a chair or to the bed.
Sit on their lap and bring yourself closer to them, leaning into their ear and whisper to them, begging to be tickled.
Describe all the ways you’d want them to force you to laugh, pull giggles out of your lips, make you squirm under their hands, make you beg for their mercy.
Pretend to not notice them trying to get out of their bondage, ignore their little “threats” to let them out.
And just Keep begging them to tickle you to their heart’s content, even though they can’t lay a hand on you…~
They spill through the door, tangled together, arms around shoulders. The same thought on both minds - "I overdid it..." But it doesn't matter. They have their hands on each other and they made it home. He pulls her in for a kiss and she bites his nose, her body shuddering as she tries to laugh through the drunken haze. He grins wide, barely keeping his footing. His hand easily slips under her shirt and fingers dance across her lower belly. As she throws her head back and sways back and forth, not sure herself if she's trying to escape tickles or lean into them, he lets her fall against his chest, his arms encircling her. She breaks free and spins to face him, teetering backwards. "You'll have to work harder than that." Her laughter rings out as he drops to his knees and clumsily hooks an arm around her waist, his fingertip meeting her navel like a key and lock.
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