Preds so full of prey that it upsets their stomach so they roll onto their stomach and listen to their guts roil and churn under them as the prey squirms under the weight is so fucking hot hmmpppffff >//////<
cinnamon got so good at stuffing his belly that eventually the rest of his rather lithe figure caught up on size. Now his flabby body is rivaling the size of his bigger brothers ~
The young man was so full, his hands had to cradle the massive weight of his stuffed gut. His shirt, now multiple sizes too small, stretched tightly over the curve of his bloated gut, his unbuttoned pants hiding underneath the swell of his stomach.
*Urp,* he stifled his belch, “I definitely overdid it,” he said as his hands slowly massaged the underside of his belly. The weight of his gut was too painful to let hang over his waistband, so his hands remained, cradling his gut. Looking down at his spherical belly, he felt his cock growing beneath his hands. Stuffing his gut always gotten him excited, and today he was the biggest he’s ever been. Seeing his shirt fight to stay over his massive gut, seeing just how much space his belly took up on the train, seeing how everyone was staring at him, it was almost too much to handle. His cock pressed up against the heat of his belly, his hands hiding his excitement.
When he gets home, he can finally peel off his shirt and jeans, leaving him alone in his boxers, with a fat gut begging for more. Despite being the fullest he’s ever been, he waddled over to his fridge before slumping onto the couch with a 2-liter of Diet Coke. Taking the first few sips, he felt his stomach stretch, pain and pleasure flaring through his body. His heavy belly pressed into his groin, and he felt his cock twitch against the skin of his belly.
Leaning back, his allowed his gut to swell out in front of him as he reached under his boxers. As he finished chugging the 2-liter, his belly was absolutely full, stretched so far it was almost as hard as stone. His skin was tender to his touch. Each hand sending a shiver down his back as he tried to soothe his abused gut. His hand became damp in his boxers as he felt himself get closer to coming. He glanced down at his gut again, sliding his free hand to his belly button. A gentle push made a burp erupt from his mouth, and the relief was euphoric. He slid his wet hand out from his boxers and fell onto his side, his massive gut weighing too much for him to try and walk to bed. He fell asleep quickly after, his groin still silently pulsing with pleasure against his stuffed belly.
The greedy pig begged for every second of it. Begged to be stuffed with another mouthful. Begged to have another soda poured down his throat. Begged to made bigger. Begged to be made huge. Begging to keep growing until their feeder was happy.
By the end of his feeding, the pig was engulfed by his fat, bloated gut. His stomach had swelled like a yoga ball, his added girth now resting atop the table, which now painfully dug into his expanding waistline. He had been reduced to nothing more than a round, tight, sweaty mess. The pressure in his gut made speaking difficult, allowing only hiccups and small burps to leave his mouth. His stomach ached and churned as thousands of calories tried to be digested.
Despite the pain of the table digging into his flesh, despite the pain of his skin being pulled tight around his belly, the pig was in ecstasy. His cock already leaking in his underwear. Too busy massaging his gut with his thumbs, he didn’t see his feeder make his way to the other side of the table.
Ever so gently, the feeder pushed the table top deeper into the pig’s distressed stomach.
*UUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAAP*
The added pressure digging into his gut erupted into an explosive burp. The feeder rolled his head back in pleasure as his feeder finally pulled the table back and away from his gut, releasing a smaller, tamer burp.
Pulling the table away, the feeder looked in lust at the view of his pig’s stuffed, sweaty belly. His shirt now so tight it failed to hide his new girth. Looking his pig up and down, he first admired his pig’s drowsy, beautifully stuffed face. Slowly looking farther south, he noticed where his pig’s pecs met his distended flesh. A sharp angle transitioning from his flat chest to his curved gut. Even further down, he watched his pig rub his fat, taught gut in slow circles. Small burps reverberating through his body. Below that, the feeders eyes dilated at what he saw.
His pig had burst his jean button. They would later look for it, and fail to find it. The feeder, failing to resist temptation any longer, reached his hand toward where the button used to be, his fingers teasingly stroking the zipper that separated his hand from his pig’s twitching cock. With both his hands busy trying to relieve his stuffed belly, the pig could only whimper as his feeder delicately pulled down the zipper. The feeder watched the belly inch forward as he undid the zipper, giving the strained gut space to fully expand.
“Fuck, you really know how to get me excited,” the feeder spoke gently as he finally placed his hands on the pig’s desperate body. With his zipper undone, the pig’s jeans slid lower under his fat gut while his shirt slid up to his belly button as the pig leaned back and arched into his feeder’s touch. “What? You like it when I touch you here?,” the feeder whispered as one of his hands moved lower to cup his pig’s groin.
His pig was still too full to talk back. A moan and a small hiccup was enough for the feeder to know his answer. “I want to see more of you,” the feeder whispered into his pigs neck as his hands reached for the pig’s t-shirt collar. A quick tug split the neckline, and the feeder ripped the shirt down the middle, exposing his pig’s fat, greedy belly. “Looks like I made you sweat this time. Maybe I pushed you too far.”
“Mm-mm,” his pig muffled back. One hand still rubbing his painful gut, his other hand reached sideways and grabbed the remaining can of soda. With a sharp crack, the can popped open, and the pig chugged, and chugged, and chugged, leaving his feeder wide-eyed as he watched his pig grow even bigger.
“I’ll let you know when you push me too far,” the pig replied.
“Brat.”
“Get these jeans off me, and I might have room for more,” the pig teased back.
In a swift motion, the jeans were pulled down to the pig’s ankles, leaving him exposed in his torn shirt and boxers wet in anticipation.
“Fuck, you ate like a greedy pig. Look at this,” the feeder said, gently tracing his finger over the taught skin of the belly, “you’ve eaten so much you can hardly move. Helpless. Like a beached whale, desperate to please me until you’re a fat, sweaty mess.”
The feeder saw his pig’s cock twitch under his boxers.
“You like it when I call you what you are? A fat, submissive pig?”
His boxers again flicked into motion as if his cock was trying to fight against the constraint.
“Call me your pig,” the feedee whimpered, his hands still on his gut, leaving his member throbbing and begging for attention.
“You’re my fat, greedy pig,” the feeder whispered, sliding the boxers lower to reveal his leaking member. “Now come for me.”
Without even touching, the feeder watched his pig’s cock leak come onto the floor as he came, it’s twitching slowly coming to a stop while his massive belly continued to bob up and down with each heavy breath.
“Good boy. How does it feel? Getting so big for me you can’t even see yourself come off my command alone?”
Despite the climax, he watched his pig’s cock swell back into arousal at his degradation. His pig stared back at his feeder over his massive belly, his eyes glancing down at his feeder’s own erect member.
“What? Fatass hungry for more?” His cock thrummed against his pants. “Get on your knees.”
The eager pig followed his orders. His gut was still painfully stuffed, the pig had to hold his gut with his hands as he stumbled onto his knees, his fat belly glistening with sweat as it hung out of his ripped shirt. Looking up at his feeder, the pig begged to be filled more, begged to take his feeders cock into his mouth. He was stuffed painfully full, but his feeder made him swallow his load as he finished in his mouth.
“I knew a greedy pig like you would have room for dessert.”
After being home for the holidays, the frat boy’s belly grew exponentially as he stuffed himself with his family’s cooking. The campus dining center was ok, but nothing compared to the food his parents and grandparents cooked for him.
The day before heading back to campus, the boy sat at the table and ate for hours, eating everything his family brought out. An entire lasagna, a massive pot of spaghetti, loaves of garlic bread, cheesecake and more. Eventually, he had to pull his shirt over his massive gut, or else it would have torn as his belly swelled underneath.
His gut sat like a boulder in his lap, stuffed to the brim with enough food to feed his entire frat house back on campus. He licked his fingers as he finished the last of the food, and he unbuttoned his pants to relieve his painful stomach.
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