i mean it’s not just kinky to me. it’s aesthetic too. fat bodies are beautiful (and fat people deserve love and respect!). that’s just a fact and it’s not intertwined inextricably with belly kink. it honestly feels completely separate to me. it just happens to overlap sometimes.
I sometimes (…often. …constantly) wonder if readers of my vanilla work, which sometimes features fat characters in serious roles, will ever find my kink writing and stop taking it seriously. If so, I’d like to go on record that this is my opinion.
i love when u can feel a guy getting turned on from rubbing your tummy,,
like theyre just gently rubbing your belly after a nice big meal to help you get comfy, everythings all cute and wholesome and innocent
and they start squeezing a lil bit as you let out tiny burps and they add a lil more pressure and pull you closer to them, wiggling their hips a lil
and you feel their member as they squeeze and rub your tummy with more pressure, grabbing ur thighs, pinching your hips~
grinding against you as you put on a lil show with extra moans and burps until he ends up stuffing you stupid and fucking you with an overfull tummy <3
Just got home after a weekend partying with friends. I pretty much ate non-stop and finished the weekend with a trip to the buffet. I haven't seen my friends in awhile and they were pretty shocked with how big I've gotten. It was a little embarrassing but I loved how it made me feel so fat. I couldn't stop myself from pigging out the whole time I was there 🐷
i want to feed my man a big dinner and then lay down together with my head on his overfed belly. we’re both facing the tv enjoying our show while his stomach gurgles louder and louder in my ear. when i can’t resist any longer, i’ll slide my finger along his lower belly and into his waistband, determined to get him as hot and bothered as i am.
i want to hear (and FEEL) the burps rumbling through him as he gets hard. one after another. near-silent moans in between. i need him inside me now; i’m almost frantic for it. i lift my head off of his bloated belly, and our brief moment of eye contact confirms that he wants me just as badly.
i’m on top of him in an instant. the soft sensation of his belly in between my thighs makes it difficult to breath. i kiss him and whisper, “don’t worry baby, i’ll do all the work.”
Come talk to me about my boys overeating, and I mean severely overeating. Until they’re so stuffed they can hardly move, or breathe, or stay awake. Speaking is mumbled or slurred, and interrupted by burps, hiccups, and moans. Pants unbuttoned and shirts rolled up. Their heavy, swollen belly is loud and aching, but it feels so good to be so full, they’re torn between regret and bliss.
Contains: mpreg, stuffing, outgrown clothes; 1211 words
“I’m already full,” Matt said, shifting in his seat.
“I know you are, but you heard what doc Daisy said about those things in ya, they need way more energy than a person does, so you’ve gotta be eating a lot more food and have more frequent meals,” Jax said. “Just until this batch is all grown and can come on out.”
Matt placed a hand on his already distended middle, giving it a rub. “They’re pressing up against my stomach, there’s no room in here.”
“You can’t just not eat,” Jax said. “I have an idea. Why don’t you drink a bunch of water to stretch your stomach out, and then you can eat once the little critters make some room?”
Matt thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess I can try that.”
“Good man. Now sit tight, I’ll go get the water.”
Matt didn’t think he’d have any issue with the whole sitting tight thing. He didn’t have any plans on standing up, and he was feeling plenty tight. As it was, his shirt was stretched thin over his swollen belly and the elastic of his sweatpants was digging into his side. Matt owned bigger clothes, but didn’t like going up a size until he really had to—it made him feel self-conscious about how big he tended to get with these incubations.
Jax was back a moment later, setting a large jug of water on the table in front of Matt along with a glass. “Drink up, I’m gonna heat up the pasta for when you’re done with that.”
“Okay,” Matt said.
He stared down the water, pouring himself a glass and tentatively bringing it to his lips. Matt pressed his hand to the side of his swollen tummy. It was so crowded in his belly space, and he really just had no appetite at all. With a breath, Matt downed the whole glass in a couple of long gulps. He could feel the cool water flowing down his throat and into his stomach.
Matt filled himself another glass and downed that one too, and then drank a third. He shifted a little bit uncomfortably as he could feel himself beginning to bloat. He took another glass, and squirmed at the sensation of his stomach pushing back against the creatures inside him.
The things wriggled around in his belly, shifting and squelching more compactly as he drank another glass. With nowhere for the creatures to go as his stomach took up more room inside him, his belly swelled outward, skin stretching to make more space.
But Matt didn’t feel better, if anything, he was more full than before with all the water sloshing in his stomach and belly slowly creeping outward. Matt conceded to drinking one more large glass of water. As he drank he could visibly see his tummy grow fuller, rounder.
Matt sat back a little in his seat, already feeling stuffed by the time Jax set the bowl of pasta in front of him.
“I don’t think I can eat anything,” Matt moaned softly, a hand rubbing gingerly against his belly.
“C’mon, bud, just a little bit? Doc is gonna yell at me at your next check-in if I’m not having you eat enough.”
Matt looked at the pasta and gave a small whine at the thought of eating it. But one look at the concern on Jax’s face and he made up his mind.
“Fine, but if I pop, you’re explaining it to Daisy,” Matt said, the hint of a tease evident in his voice.
“Deal.”
Matt tugged his shirt down—it had been beginning to hike up around the swell of his belly—and tucked into the food, hoping that if he ate it quickly, his stomach wouldn’t have time to protest against the influx of food.
Any hopes of that were quickly crushed, though. Matt could feel every single bite going in, stretching his tummy out further and making him swell up. He had only finished about half the bowl before he had to slow down. The creatures wiggled unhappily, making the contents of his stomach churn uncomfortably. By the time he was able to force down the rest of the bowl of pasta, Matt was sure he was about to burst. His shirt had ridden up a couple of inches more, and the creatures were restless in their newly-compacted space. The elastic of Matt’s sweatpants slid down, now resting underneath the swell of his protruding belly. If he tried to tug the pants any higher they wouldn't fit on him—they would be pushed right back down or the elastic would snap.
Matt prodded at his underbelly, finding it firm. As he pressed around at the rest of his tummy with both his hands, he found the whole thing to be tight and firm as well. His belly had virtually no give. The tight, smooth surface was interrupted intermittently by ripples of movement from the creatures.
“Think you could do a little more?” Jax asked. Matt shook his head. “The more you eat now, the more time we can wait before you gotta eat again.”
Debating it for a few moments, Matt reluctantly accepted another, smaller bowl of pasta. He choked it down, barely tasting the pasta as it was added to his already overtaxed belly. Stabbing it with a fork, he put the food in his mouth, chewed and swallowed.
Stab, chew, swallow, swell.
Through the monotony of forcing the food down, Matt didn’t even notice as Jax added more pasta to his bowl. He merely ate and held his belly as it stretched and bloated outward. And finally, when Matt was sure he couldn’t eat another bite, he set the fork down and let out a small burp.
His breath was shallow, the creatures were pressed up together close with how much his stomach had stretched, but now it was taking up so much space that Matt couldn’t get a deep breath in; his bloated stomach was pushing against his diaphragm and making it hard to breathe. The creatures could now only give a minute, cramped wiggle every so often.
“You did really good,” Jax praised. “We can probably hold off on getting you fed for an hour or two.” An hour or two? He would have to do this again so soon? “For now, why don’t we get you to the couch?”
Matt let out another small, weak burp. “I don’t think I can move,” he said. “Wayyyy too full.”
“That’s okay,” Jax said, “I’ll help you.”
As carefully as he could, Jax heaved an overstuffed Matt up from his chair and helped him waddle over to the couch, belly too full to even slosh. Matt’s eyes drooped as soon as he was sitting down again, food coma already settling in.
It was strange, the creatures needed significantly more energy to survive—which meant more food for Matt—but the large quantities of food still made Matt sleepy despite that.
“You just rest up, and I’ll wake you soon as we gotta get you fed again, okay?”
Matt nodded, eyes drooping further. “Okay.” It wasn’t long before he was fully asleep, stuffed to his limit with his belly protruding from his too-small shirt and hanging over the elastic of strained sweatpants.
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