#inflating belly

[battybelly]

Found a spa jet today, pulled my bodysuit aside, pressed my butt right into it 🍑 and let the water fill my stomach. 🌊🤰 It only took 3 minutes, but I was shaking so hard I could barely walk back🤕 Everyone was staring at how much my stomach had changed. 😵‍💫

[bigbingus32]

Here's a peak at my belly from last night. It's getting harder to fit this fat gut in frame. What have I done, I'm feeling so much bigger and bigger every day... Nothing fits already...

DMs are open, encouragement welcome, tell me what you think and tell me how big this piggy needs to become, 300lbs may be here sooner than I thought, and I'm gonna want even more....

[fullofmarbles]

a short fantasy

Imagine being sent in to a special clinic, not really knowing what was wrong but knowing your partner was concerned for you.

the doctor asked a few questions before having you sit in a gynecologist chair. It seemed normal but you noticed your pelvis was tilted more then usual, it left all three of your holes exposed.

"I just need you to remove your undergarments before we continue with this." the doctor who was showing you to the exam room said. you did as instructed and soon you were laying with the unnecessarily high fan blowing at your vulva and clitoris.

"we'll start with endoscopies of the bladder and uterus, to check for abnormalities."

you bit back a cry as upu felt a cold tube go through your urethra, youcleched around it and felt the doctor push down with the ultrasound. you regretted how full your bladder was as you felt a squirt come out.

"you may need to be cathetered for this visit if your muscles are that weak." the doctor said, unhelpfully.

the machine inserted into your vaginal canal and with the weirdest pain you'd felt pushed in. the ultrasound pressed more directly on your rock hard bladder and more leaked out.

"I was going to let you be for one accident but two shows a problem with your bladder. possibly inflamation or weak muscles" he added.

a long intimidatingly thick tube was pulled from a nearby cabinet and lubed up. you felt an awful burn and then a pinch as the bladder sphincter was pushed past. the catheter wasn't clamped though. rather it was connected to an IV.

"to test your capacity" he said apologetically and before you know you saw the doctor squeeze the bag and felt fluid rushing into your bladder. you hadn't known you could feel this full and just as you thought the discomfort couldnt get worse the doctor called one of his nurses over to continue the ultrasound.

"you'll need to keep this in for at least a day. your bladder is too used to just releasing which can't be healthy for it."

the doctor pushed more liquid into your bladder and you saw stars. there was still almost half of the bag full.

"please...ugh"

more water was pushed in as soon as you uttered the word please. a third of the bottle seemed left. you squirmed around as you heard the doctor count to three and you felt the worst pressure you'd ever felt in your bladder as the doctor squeased the last of the bag in all at once.

"stand"

you stood, struggling to move without your bladder hurting.

"we have more procedures but for now its time for exercises."

[jakesgain34]

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[littlefattydog]

this is from weeks ago but…

before vs after full day of eating

my tummy gets so round when i’m full , i love how heavy i look

keeping my belly full all the time has definitely added some pounds too …

[battybelly]

​My First Belly Inflation! 🎈✨

​I’ve been curious about this for a while, and I finally decided to give it a try. These photos are from my very first belly inflation session, and honestly? It felt so much better than I even imagined!

​The sensation of the expansion and that tight, heavy feeling is amazing and the constant burps i am in love with the big round looks.😍

​Would you like to see more content like this?

​do you prefer the inflated or the stuffed belly?

Would you like more burping clips from me?

​Let me know in the comments or send me an ask! I’m looking forward to sharing this journey with all of you. 🧡

[bigbingus32]

Here's a little peak at some post lunch boost chugging from today. How do I look.... Im feeling enormous...

[hush-writes-stuffing]

Raw Deal

Word count: 787 Summary: There's a reason you're not supposed to eat raw dough when you're baking, as you've quickly discovered.

Theme(s): Stuffing, bloating, stomach expansion, belly noises, discomfort

You knew better. The recipe said it plain: Do not consume raw dough. And yet, the moment you looked down at the batch of freshly-cut cinnamon buns, ready to be set aside to rise, the smell invaded your thoughts with the most alluring of temptations. The cinnamon's tantalizing spiciness contrasted perfectly with the tangy, malty scent of the yeast; the dough was heavy with enough butter and brown sugar to leave your mouth watering.

It couldn't hurt just to snag a taste of the end scraps, right?

But one taste led to another, then another. Almost before you realized it, you'd devoured half the batch of unrisen buns with as little shame as a toddler swiping icing from a birthday cake, washing them all down with a cool glass of milk.

Now you're sprawled in a kitchen chair with all the dignity of a salmon-stuffed bear in a food coma, clutching at the swollen dome of your stomach. You've suffered from bloating before, but this is on a whole other level, your form a monument to bad decisions and bodily rebellion. Wincing, you rub slow circles over the stretch of skin just above your navel. It's hot to the touch even through your shirt, and tight enough that the surface barely gives beneath your fingertips.

This whole debacle would be easier to soldier through if you were only dealing with a little well-deserved pain. But there's also the noise—your guts are letting out an impressive cacophony of gurgles, pops, and rumbles that seem to echo through your flesh. The yeast, it seems, is thriving within the confines of your body, fervently gobbling up sugars and spewing out CO₂ before your interior temperature rises too far and brings the whole process to an end.

That can't happen soon enough.

You try to shift your weight, but that proves to be a mistake. The bloat, momentarily constricted by your last position, returns to fill the newly freed space with a vengeance. You stifle a moan and gingerly lift the hem of your t-shirt, exposing an expanse of belly that has always been soft, but is now shockingly vast. It arches outward in an obscenely rounded curve, shiny with a faint patina of sweat.

Regret flickers through your brain, but it's not a sharp, preachy kind. It's more like, 'Next time, bake them first.' You've learned a valuable lesson, though kind of a dumb one. Still, even as your internal organs try to rearrange themselves around your distending innards, you can't help thinking about how good the dough was—cool, soft with a hint of grainy crunch, the rich creaminess of the butter, the rush of sugar… There are worse ways to go, you think.

You adjust again, spreading your legs wider to relieve some of the pressure at your waist. Your jeans, once comfortably snug, now cut into you like a cruel tourniquet. You fumble with the button and, with a pop, free yourself from their ruthless subjugation. There is a brief, blessed moment of relief; then the dough within you rises another inch, as if buoyed by your surrender.

You lean back and close your eyes, rubbing your palms firmly against your belly. There's a weird comfort to be found in the pressure, like you're holding yourself together. If you focus, it's almost like you can feel the dough fermenting, expanding, the consequences of your gluttony filling up your insides like you're a living, breathing blimp.

The noises have reached a new fever pitch. For a moment, you're pretty sure you can feel bubbles forming, rushing upward, then flattening themselves against the immovable ceiling of your stomach. Each one brings a new, sharper edge of discomfort. You whimper and contemplate your options: try to burp, track down a heating pad, or just let yourself explode in a shower of cinnamon-scented shrapnel.

You go for the burp. It's a desperate, full-body effort—shoulders hunched, chin tucked, hands digging into your bloated gut. The first few attempts die uselessly in your throat. Then something shifts, builds, and finally breaks loose. The embarrassingly resonant burp is long, tremulous, and tinged with the unmistakable flavor of raw dough. For a second, you feel lighter, almost euphoric, but then the void fills instantly with more gas and the pressure returns, doubled.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," you groan, both arms curling instinctively around your midsection. A bead of sweat traces a slow line down your temple. You try easing yourself into a new position, but your belly registers its protest immediately, a long, low gurgle that seems to travel the full circumference of your gut.

If this keeps up, you just might be spherical before the night is out.

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