bigbelliegrl

28, she/her, no minors, cashapp: $tt3165

[drunkbelly]

[tipsytummy]

Wow 🤩🤩🤩

[drunkbelly]

Oh wow...it would be so great to see you stumbling around and pure you another drink

[chubbyhistorian]

last bewr an im like tofallt sobre so no problème

[chubbyhistorian]

that fridge pov is so sexy! would love to see a progression of you increasingly struggling with opening the fridge while keeping your balance as you get drunker and drunker hehe <3

trieall two im trying to be normall i think i lopk sobre lol gotta deunk moree

[drunkbelly]

[drunkbelly]

[drunkbelly]

How does the booze feel with the food added?

Like nothing much. But I'm notdunyet

[tipsytummy]

Love to hear it!!!

[drunkbelly]

[tipsytummy]

Omg 🥵

[drunkbelly]

[drunkbelly]

[drunkbelly]

Becca's Belly Part 4

“Didjoo say som’bout food?”

“Sort of. I said it’s not good to drink on an empty stomach.”

Becca started to feel dizzy. She reached out for Charlie to steady herself.

“C’new…” She tried to sit up straighter, tried to get the words out right, but she had to confess to herself that she could not. That’s when Becca realized she was drunk.

“Charlie?”

“Yes, love?”

“I dididit! I got drungk!”

“I noticed.”

“Butnow idon’-hic- feelsogud.”

“You just need some food.”

“Wheresafood?”

There were a few bowls of chips in the house, but nothing substantial. Besides, Becca was beyond casual conversation at this stage. It would probably be best to bow out before she embarrassed herself or got sick.

“Let’s get you some. You just stay here.”

Charlie squeezed his drunk girlfriends’ shoulder and ventured back inside. Someone had ordered six pizza’s, and the leftover slices had been consolidated into one box, the equivalent of a pizza and a half. Charlie grabbed it and made his way to the front door, ducking into the kitchen for a few beers on his way out.

“OMIGOD” gasped Becca when the pizza box was set in her lap. “Your… my hero!” The smokers had disbanded, and only Becca and Charlie remained on the porch. And the bong, of course.

Becca inhaled the first four slices without stopping. When she looked around for something to drink, Charlie handed her the beer, which she drained. This cycle repeated a few times until Becca had stuffed nine slices of pizza into herself, downing three more beers in the process.

Charie could only watch in awe. He didn’t know why, but this was driving him crazy with lust. He loved watching Becca satisfy herself without a thought, he loved watching her ENJOY herself like this. And, he had to admit, he loved how bloated and sluggish all the pizza and booze had made her. Her stylish tank was short enough to reveal a sliver of skin normally, but now it barely stretched over her distended belly. She was moaning, in pain or pleasure he couldn’t tell.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. Becca’s reply was delayed by a hiccup and interrupted by a belch. “Mmm? I’m HIC mgood.” She absentmindedly patted her stuffed belly in satisfaction. “I wan’ more tho.”

More pizza or more booze?

“YES!” She replied.

[drunkbelly]

this is dfrom a backlog i have no idea whwn i recoredsed

this

[drunkbelly]

Ok imm still w I rking my way thrrough bottlsr nubder 2 feerlimg soooo bloatedd n wobbblyy

[segamascott]

you're not potentially mature content to me you are my friend

[chubbyhistorian]

Words cannot describe just how badly, and I mean purely how badly I NEED to get you just beyond tipsy, and coax you into shedding those pesky clothes

Just so I can softly and passionately make out with that belly as you keep chugging away...drunker...and drunker, I need my tongue in that ever deepening navel 🫦

I want to make out with that belly, and if things go right? Eat you out with the same softness and passion, you are so beautiful its making my poor lesbian heart flutter 😵‍💫😭

kept this ask in my imbox for a whils bc i wannted to give u a good ansrewer but i just lose mu mind when evre i read it fuck srry just yes??? yesss.... pls pls

[chubbyregulus]

c’mon babe let’s go down to the local bar and get absolutes wasted on cheap pints until you lose your top and i’m in your lap and you’re holding my drink to my lips because i can’t see straight enough to hold it myself and we’re both swaying but you think your sober despite drinking more than me so when they try to kick us out you stand up only to fall straight down and i’m too much of a giggly drunk mess to do anything other than pet your hair and babble about how pretty you are and in the end the bar has to call my roommate (again, the number’s on a post-it under the bar from a dozen incidents ago) who has to drive us back even tho it’s only a 10 minute walk because you and i are not walking without two people each dragging us along but this works out bc now we can sloppy make out in the back of his car and i can barely feel my lips but oh you feel so good and when we get back my roommate all but dumps us in the living room and lets us be drunk idiots together bc getting us up the stairs is just not in his job description and we can’t count how many nights have ended like this but they’re always sooooo good

cmon babe

[sloshedintoxslut]

Do i look full?