Ballooning Bellies @theinflatingbelly - Tumblr Blog

A little collage of my inflation set up😅 a front and back view of the aquarium I have, a bulb pump and helium tank that I use for means of inflating as well as the peppermint oil and tens unit that I use to help further expand my inflating sessions.

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killadelphia

sooo this used to fit like a very huge, flowy night dress 🥴💕🐽

killadelphia

already over 100 likes, less than 20 reblogs? scared of showing ssbbw fupa on ur blogs?

softalloverbabe

Waking up for the third time

bellyfullofbeer

Drunk collapse

bellyfullofbeer

The beer belly that keeps getting filled up with more and more

thefattestsblog

you’re completely under my tummy spell aren’t you😈🌀

feedvenus

Happy Fat Ass Friday 🥰

bellyfullofbeer

Final beer count of 9 beers sloshing inside this belly. This was the last pic before I couldn’t stand up anymore

fancypiglet

You held the lingerie out to me with that familiar look in your eyes.

“Put it on,” you said. “I want to see if it still fits.”

I already knew the answer. The last time I had worn it, the straps sat comfortably against my skin and the fabric covered me properly. Now, I had to pull and adjust every piece just to get it into place.

When I finally stepped in front of you, the lingerie clung tightly to every curve. The waistband sank into my softness, making my belly spill gently above and below it. The thin straps pressed into my sides, framing every roll I usually tried to hide.

I reached down to adjust the fabric, but you stopped my hands.

“Leave it exactly like that.”

My cheeks grew warm as you slowly walked around me, studying how tightly everything stretched across my body.

“You’ve gotten much too big for this,” you murmured.

I lowered my eyes, embarrassed by how obvious it was. The lingerie looked smaller against me than I remembered, barely containing my softness while my belly pushed forward proudly.

You placed your hands on my waist and gave my sides a gentle squeeze.

“This is why I wanted you to wear it,” you whispered. “I wanted to see every place your body has outgrown it.”

I stood there obediently, letting you admire the tight straps, the deep marks and the soft curves spilling around the fabric.

“Good girl,” you said. “Don’t cover a single inch.”

shyberrybabe

God, you really are blowing up like a balloon

I guess I do look a little inflated, huh?

bellyfullofbeer

poptartbellyyyy

Taking a dip😩

bbwbrandi

I sure as hell deserve some 🍕

fancypiglet

You stood behind me while I looked at my reflection, your hands resting gently on the soft curve of my belly.

I tried to pull my shirt down, but you stopped me.

“Leave it,” you whispered. “I want to see you.”

My cheeks grew warm as you traced the roundness with your fingertips, slowly following every soft fold and curve.

“You’ve gotten so much softer,” you said, almost proudly.

I lowered my eyes, embarrassed by how impossible it had become to hide. My belly pushed forward no matter how I stood, heavy and obvious beneath your hands.

You gave it a gentle squeeze and smiled.

“Good girl. Let me admire what you’ve grown.”

So I stayed still for you, soft, exposed, and far too shy to look away from the reflection for long.