Here's a fantasy for you, belly lovers. This has a little of everything - belly play, navel play, breeding, light feederism, hinted sub/dom dynamics. Definitely nsfw.
Flashing my belly to the entire friend group was a complete accident. At first I thought no one had seen.
It was warm and comfortable at my friend's place where we were all hanging out. We were eating our way through a spread of snacks, elevated by the puff I'd had when my friend offered a joint. I was feeling pretty giggly and relaxed. It was a warmer than average evening. Thinking nothing of it, I slipped my jumper over my head, noticing almost immediately a coolness on my tummy.
Of course, my shirt had ridden up along with it, giving the squad a full view of almost my entire belly. I quickly glanced around, slightly panicked, before realizing everyone was involved in their own conversations and hadn't noticed. Until my eyes met yours.
My cheeks flared and we both looked away quickly. A smile twitched in the corner of your lips, but you hastily continued speaking with the person closest to you.
I was absolutely mortified. You were new to the group. We'd only met a few times, but I had liked you from the start. You were warm and funny. Once you leaned in close to whisper a joke just for me, brushing my arm as you did so. We had hit it off pretty quickly. I felt a tingle of curiosity about you.
That feeling died after seeing you smile. I felt humiliation coursing through me, my heart pounding. Laughing at the chubby girl and her wardrobe malfunction. What could be funnier?
I tried to go back to the conversation, but my thoughts were turned inward. Distracted, I got up and started to refill my plate with food. I wasn't watching. The plate slipped from my fingers, the snacks dropping back on to the table. I tracked the flight path of a piece of chocolate and saw it come to rest on your lap. You picked it up and held it out to me.
"Uh oh. This one's yours." You said, smiling. Your eyes matched the colour of the chocolate in your fingers. Hesitantly, I reached for it.
"Ah, ah!" You said, shaking your finger. "Open up!"
I must have looked dumbstruck. But the smoke from earlier had made me passive, and automatically I opened my mouth. Gently, you placed the chocolate on my tongue, running your thumb along my bottom lip. I closed my eyes, thinking that this chocolate was the best I'd ever had.
"Oooooh!" The group chorused, good-natured and encouraging. You gave me a real smile then, a dazzling one, then you looked away sheepishly. Tucking your hands into your pockets, your awkwardness returned, and you sat back down. The group had already moved on, the moment already forgotten.
Excusing myself, I slipped out of the room to seek out the bathroom, looking for a moment to compose myself. What just happened?
That smile...it wasn't interest. Was it? I had so rarely been flirted with. I wasn't sure. But there was a warmth in your eyes that hadn't come from the temperature around us. And your thumb trailing over my lips, the chocolate melting in my mouth...
When I came out of the bathroom, I stepped into the dimly lit hallway that led back outside to the gathering. The noise of our friends having a good time felt inviting, but distant. Then, as if I had thought you into existence, you stepped into the hallway beside me. I gasped a little.
"The crew's pretty rowdy tonight, huh?" you said, on your way past me.
"Ha, you said it. Actually, I was thinking I might head off soon." To be alone. To work out these conflicting emotions of embarrassment and excitement.
You paused mid step and turned back to me. "Aw, really? but it wouldn't be fun without you!"
I felt my eyebrows raise. "Really?" I asked, shyly.
"Of course!" You took a step closer, leaning in conspiratorially. "who would I laugh with when TJ says something dumb? Who would I talk to about cooking? And - " your voice dropped a little, like you were telling a secret - "who would I feed snacks to?"
I blushed, trying to cover my embarrassment with a laugh.
"That's true. I'm not sure anyone else would give you the opportunity." I winked, then continued walking down the hall.
"Wait-" you said, your hand gently touching my arm. My heart jumped. I turned back to face you. Those eyes again, pulling me in. You stepped a little closer. You smelled like a mix of bonfire smoke and toffee, with some kind of subtle, warm cologne underneath. A heady mix.
"Did you want to come to mine, maybe? Keep the good vibes going?"
I groaned at the joke, but your smile brought out my own.
"You have a wonderful smile." I laughed, feeling a tug of something deep inside me, a sense of being pulled in.
You stepped a little closer. I realised I hadn't been imagining it.
"Is that...a yes?" you said playfully, raising an eyebrow, then moving them up and down rapidly.
I laughed, and I realised I could feel the wall behind me. How did we get so close?
"You're so beautiful." You said quietly, against my ear. Your breath gave me goosebumps all over.
"Hey now, what's all this then?" a jovial voice boomed, stepping into the hallway. We sprang apart.
"Bathroom's that way, TJ." I said, giving him a playful push.
"Right you are, miss, thank ya kindly." TJ said, winking at me. The bathroom door closed and I turned back to you.
"Okay." I said, taking a deep breath. "Let's go to yours."
Part 2 - Alone together
Once we were at your place, you became much more nervous. We were sitting together, passing a joint back and forth, looking out the window at the city lights. I was feeling relaxed, but keyed up with excitement.
"You know, I wasn't laughing at you. When your shirt rode up." You said, your fingers lightly tracing patterns over my jeans.
"Sure, sure." I said, trying to focus on the conversation and not what was happening on my thigh. "I know I'm chubby. It's okay. I've been bullied for it my whole life."
"You misunderstand." You said, looking at me. I could tell you were eager to say something. That it was important to.you.
"It was seeing your - " you paused, and cleared your throat. "Your belly."
My mind went blank. Already I knew I was going to replay the moment in my head later, to think about how you had seen my belly, and to touch myself with the thought. But now, you were telling me it affected you too?
"What about it?" I asked, placing my hand on your thigh as well and giving a gentle squeeze.
"Well, it's so gorgeous, and so soft..." You trailed off, shyly. You covered your face with your hands and shook your head slightly, laughing.
"Ah, I'm sorry-"
"You liked it? my...belly?" I asked, turning to face you. "Really?"
"God, yes. I kind of have a thing for soft tummies." You admitted. I felt a thrill run down my spine, and I became aware of an increasing hungry ache in my lower belly.
Hearing you say the word tummy had a strange effect on my breathing. Slowly, gently, I leaned in. Your lips against mine felt smooth and soft at first. I kissed you deeply, and you eagerly responded. Encouraged, I kissed you deeper, and it quickly became passionate.
My breath hitched in my chest and I could feel a wave of need wash over me. I was making small little noises of pleasure. I paused briefly, slowing everything right down. Intentionally slow, I ran my tongue along your bottom lip, tasting, inviting, before withdrawing.
Your hand tightened on my thigh. You shook a little. Again, I slid my tongue along your bottom lip. This time, your mouth parted, and we kissed even deeper, exploring each other with our tongues. Slightly dazed, you pulled away.
"Oh. Wow. I've never done that before." You said, a little shakily.
I smiled, my hand travelling up your leg. I brushed against a little bulge, and you gasped, looking into my eyes in a frightened way. I withdrew immediately.
"I'm so sorry -" You said, clearly embarrassed. You shifted your seat a little to make it less obvious.
"No, don't be." I said, reassuringly. It gave me confidence to see the effect I was having on you. "Is this okay?" I asked, rubbing your thigh softly again.
You nodded, smiling weakly. "God, yes. I'm just afraid that I might-"
"Hey, it's okay. Whatever happens, happens. Are you okay to keep going?" I said, my heart swelling a little. You seemed so shy.
"Yes. Please." You said, reaching for me again. I pulled you up off the couch so we were standing close together. I leaned in, kissing you lightly. You returned my kiss more forcefully this time, backing me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around your neck, pressing my body against you. My shirt lifted a little, exposing my lower belly. You broke away to look at it, before returning my kisses even harder. I felt something firm pressing between us with my hands as they ran over your clothes, and suddenly you pushed your bulge into my lower belly. We both gasped and you let out a deep, hoarse groan.
"Oh, God. Oh my God." You said, almost to yourself.
"You like that, don't you?" I whispered, biting my lip and lifting my shirt. I felt myself blush at my own audacity.
I felt your bulge twitch in your pants, and I realised it had grown a lot.
My shirt was off then, my belly and bra fully exposed.
"I have a secret." I said, my hands running over your pants, teasing. Your eyes were glued to my belly, and I started rolling my body a little, making it jiggle and dance. The bulge grew even bigger.
"My belly is so, so sensitive." I said huskily. You flushed, glancing in my eyes and back to my belly, nervously, shyly.
"Can I touch it?" you asked eagerly.
"I need you to, right now." I said. I surprised myself. It was almost a demand. I closed my eyes.
I felt the warmth of your hands first. You were exploring my shape, my softness. Over my hips, squeezing a little as you pulled me closer to you. I shivered.
Next came your fingers. Pushing, prodding, pinching. Every crease, every dimple you explored thoroughly. You took a slight detour and went lower, reaching around and squeezing my ass. I pushed up against you and gasped at your firmness.
"Oh, fuck." You said, your voice strained.
Then you started tracing circles around the rim of my belly button. I withdrew from your touch, like an electric shock, but with the wall behind me, there wasn't much room to escape.
My belly shuddered.
I looked into your eyes, my breath coming in fast, short bursts.
"Not there." I whispered, pathetically.
"This is where it is most sensitive?" You confirmed, your finger still tracing the rim. "In this sexy little belly button?"
I closed my eyes, nodding. I couldn't believe this was happening. Finally.
"I'm going to touch every part of this belly. That includes this." You said. The dynamic shifted slightly, you were the braver one now. Your voice was stronger, and I could see a little wet patch forming on your pants. Without any further warning, your finger slid all the way inside my belly button.
I cried out. The feeling of your finger filling up my navel, sinking so deeply inside, made me weak. You grunted at the sight of your finger disappearing into my deep, cavernous navel, both of us surprised how much could fit. I was excruciatingly aware of how your finger filled up the whole space. I moaned, again, your invading finger tormenting my sensitive little belly hole. You explored the sides and then used your fingernail to lightly scratch my knot. Involuntarily my back arched up, and I felt warmth gushing in my panties, acutely aware of my pulse throbbing against your finger.
"What a sexy little belly button you have. I'm going to do all sorts of naughty things to it. You're not going to be able to stop me." You growled, a look of deep lust in your eyes.
I whimpered, my knees weak. Then suddenly you started pushing, deeply, into my belly button.
I lost myself then. My mind went completely blank, and I felt nothing but primal need. I moaned, whimpering, surrendering.
"Oh, fuck." You swore, prodding me harder. The nerves from my belly button concentrated all the way down so it felt like you were fucking me from the inside. I felt another little gush of warmth in my panties. Dimly, I heard you fumbling with your jeans. Without warning you withdrew your finger, the suction creating a loud pop. I lurched, throbbing, my belly jiggling.
Opening my eyes, I saw you were taking off your pants. I helped you with your briefs, and there, suddenly, rock hard and beautiful, was the clear evidence of your need. I could see how you were leaking already, little beads of precum catching the light. I took it in my hand, softly, biting my lip. It looked so deep in colour, and desperately it twitched.
"Ugh, yes, just like that," You panted, your lips on my neck, your hands reaching around to unhook my bra. You tossed it lightly, then pulled back to examine my breasts. I arched my back again, showing off a little, continuing to stroke you with a gentle rhythm. I could feel my own need growing, made harder to bear after your belly play.
Your hands cupped my breasts, your thumbs sliding over the curve of my creamy soft skin. I slightly increased the speed of my strokes, making sure to gently explore the sensitive tip, enjoying you throbbing in my hands. I could tell you were trying to hold back.
"You have such a pretty cock." I whispered, teasingly. You seemed to crumple a little, and you blushed deeply. I could tell you were shy about being spoken to like that, that it turned you on.
Your thumbs moved upwards, touching and teasing my nipples. I jerked, feeling them get hard instantly. I felt your cock thicken slightly in my hands.
"Your breasts are so sexy. Look at how hard these nipples are for me!" You said delightedly. They were becoming sensitive very quickly.
"Ow, ouch. Ooh, that hurts," I whimpered, shaking slightly.
"Fuck." You groaned. A surge of precum slid down into my fingers. I bit my lip, and said again, even quieter:
"That hurts, baby." I looked into your eyes, and I saw how that struck some kind of chord in you, some secret naughtiness.
You withdrew from my stinging nipples, your hands back on my belly. Squeezing and jiggling it, admiring the roundness and the softness.
"Look at this potbelly. This chubby tummy." You said, giving it a few smacks. I pushed it out, making it look even rounder. I kissed you deeply, and between kisses, whispered:
"You fed me so well. I'm just so full."
You jerked hard in my hands. Sliding down I cupped your balls, massaging gently. I could feel them tightening up.
"Oh, oh God. Ugh, fuck. Oh no, oh no-" you groaned, your belly tensing.
"It's okay, baby. Come on my belly. Come for me, darling." I moaned soothingly.
You took my hands and held them above my head, pushing me back into the wall forcefully. I gasped, feeling you push your hot, hard cock deep into my belly, thrusting desperately. The tip was popping in and out of my navel, leaving a glistening trail. I arched my back, both of us moaning desperately.
"Oh God, yes. yes. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come." You panted, jackhammering your hips deeply into my belly.
Then, suddenly, an eruption of warmth splattered all over my tummy. You shook, almost crying with the force of it, as rope after rope shot out, covering us both. The sheer amount was staggering.
For a few moments, I held you against me, your cock pressed into my soft belly, softening. I was holding you, and you were shaking, utterly spent.
"I'm sorry-" you began.
"For what?" I said, gently.
"Coming so quickly. I-"
I kissed you, gently.
"Lay down." I said, encouragingly.
We moved to the bedroom and you laid down. Then, I surprised you by climbing on top. Slowly, deliberately, I took your softening cock and guided it inside me.
"Ohhh." I moaned, feeling my pussy throb around you.
"Oh my God!" You cried, giggling, jerking your hips under me, sensitive. I sat up and stood still, not moving, just feeling you inside me. Then I started to play with my belly button, still covered in your cum.
You got the idea and quickly replaced my finger with your own, teasing and tormenting my sensitive navel. I felt as your finger slid in and out, your cum making my skin slippery and shiny.
I felt you stiffen inside me and I gasped, feeling you grow and harden once more. I did my best not to move too much, trying not to overstimulate you too much. You grabbed and squeezed my belly, shaking it, lifting it, jiggling all of my softness.
I started to moan, aching with need. I couldn't help it, I started to bounce up and down on your cock. We both watched as my belly and breasts jiggled, feeling you get harder and harder inside me.
"Please." I begged you. "Please fuck me." You pushed your finger deep into my belly button again, fingering it deeply. I could feel it building deeply inside, and I started to increase my pace. We both groaned deeply.
"We can't - do it - like this," you panted, frantically. "I'm not wearing -"
"I know," I said, riding you and looking you right in the eyes. "You could get me pregnant."
"Oh, fuck." I felt you quickly come back to being fully hard inside me.
"My belly will swell so big. Make me so fat, baby. Breed me. Put a baby in my belly." I demanded, fucking you harder.
Suddenly you grabbed my hips, pulling me down onto you. I cried out, the sound of rhythmic fucking, a deep warm wetness between my legs.
"You feel - so fucking good!" You grunted, pushing up deeply inside me.
All of a sudden, I was there. I gasped, closing my eyes, feeling the strength of it crash over me, radiating powerfully throughout both of our bodies. I clenched around you and after a few seconds felt you spurting deep inside me, your mouth closing around my breast, suckling greedily. I groaned deeply, feeling myself gush.
And then, it was over. Both of us exhausted. I felt you soften inside me, and very gently I lifted myself off.
Laying beside you, snuggling together, we both quickly fell into a deep sleep. I know this was the start of something very special.
"Hold still." His neck strains and his pulse is audible with the back of his head pressed to the wall. She leans closer and the delicate hood at the upper edge of her navel threatens to graze the tip of his nose. He draws in a shallow breath and involuntarily tilts his face down, greeted by a clear view of every detail of the inner surfaces, soft lines and creases joined into a sultry star at the center of her innie.
She grabs his collar and holds him in place, her thumb tracing slow paths across his throat. "Too close. What did I just say?" He bares his teeth and clenches his fists in his lap. With a mocking smile, she stretches back, hips sinking and belly pulling inward, her navel narrowing into a dark oval before opening wide, inviting, as she exhales, peering down as she places two fingers on either side of her belly button and pulls the rim in a slow, gentle circle. He fails to avert his eyes and stares deep.
"If you don't behave I-" her voice tapers to a squeal as he lunges with both hands for her waist, her fingertip tugging her belly button upward into an eager slit, making way for his burning tongue to drag desperate up the soft trail leading inside, the tip forcing itself tight all the way to the core of her navel, flicking hungry and rough against the fine details - she can feel it pulsing near her spine. He snarls, hand firm on her back to push her close against his face, breathing heavy between deep, lingering tongue kisses, his free hand spreading her belly button with its palm pressed to the curve of her lower belly.
Her nails clutch the nape of his neck and the pace slows, he shudders and gasps with his forehead to her solar plexus. Both catching their breath, he lets his fingers wander over her bare skin, drawn inevitably back to the glistening edges of her navel, caressing the lower rim and slipping inside, pulling away and immediately returning. He leans back, arm around her waist, to take in the full view of her midriff rising and falling, belly convex with every deep inhale. His hand is poised beneath her navel, his gaze locked to it. "Hold still."
She didn't know how to respond. It flustered her immediately. Yes, she had just been there yesterday, but she didn't expect anyone to notice.
But he did notice, and what's worse, is he let her know he noticed. She could feel her face getting red and she could feel his condescending eyes on her. Was two days in a row really that bad? But it wasn't just the two days in a row. She had been coming here multiple times a week for since she moved there. It was her favorite and it was so close to her house - right on her way home from work, even - and he was the one at the window a good chunk of those times. She recognized him. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes, and a long nose. Very skinny for someone working here. And if she recognized him, it made sense that he would recognize her. Recognize her as the new regular, that is. Another hog addicted to the slop. It was humiliating to be known like that, and she was incredibly turned on by it. Just this simple comment - an acknowledgement - and she was jelly in her seat.
The rest of the encounter was a rushed blur, yet excrutiatining long. She paid in silence, got handed her bag, "Thank you", "Enjoy", "You too", and then she sped home to consume and cum to her own humiliation.
There was an extra order of fries in her bag.
. . .
It took her two whole days to return, but she didn't stop thinking about him for a moment the entire time. She was spacey at work, horny at home, yet unable to work up the nerve to face her humiliation again. Until she did.
The line for the drive-thru wasn't terribly long, but it was moving slower than it ever had. Her heart was racing from the time she spotted the sign to the moment she crept up to the window. When she finally made it to the front, she could have sworn it had ceased to beat completely.
But it wasn't him. It was one of the multitude of greasy teenagers. She was relieved. She was abject. She solemnly ate her meal in the parking lot, but at the bottom of the bag there was an apple pie she did not order.
. . .
She hadn't let herself expect to see him the next time, but there he was. Her heart was back to racing - racing a scary amount for a girl her size - and she was desperate for him to say anything at all. Silently, internally begging him to recognize her. To make any sort of comment. An acknowledgment of her return for more greasy, fattening food.
But he treated her like the average customer - like a stranger. No hint at recognition or the judgment she craved. Just another person allowing themself the indulgence of a fast food meal. She wanted to be the known regular. The one they snicker about after she's gone. She needed it. That is why she was there. That is why she kept coming back.
But then as he reached out the window to pass her the bag. He dangles it out, "Quite the order. Hungry today, are we?" Her pudgy fingers snatched it into the recess of her car, and she was gone.
It was perfect.
Eat, cum, and now an extra fry with an apple pie at the bottom of the bag.
. . .
She was back the next day. Just shy of 24hr since her last lap through. She needed him to be there, and she thanked the lord that he was as her palms got sweaty and her heart began to race almost painfully in her chest.
"Have you been enjoying the treats?"
He was acknowledging her again. This time is was personal. Directed at her. A question. About a reality between the two of them. The idea that he had been the one slipping her the excess calories - that it wasn't just a bizarre mistake - had fueled every one of her orgasms for the last 4 days, but now she was back and he was basically confirming the delusion.
"I . . . umm, but why?" She couldn't look at him. Her eyes were darting around to everything surrounding his face, only ever daring to cross the deep blue gaze of his eyes for less than an instant.
"Well, you're a regular here and you looked like someone who would enjoy an extra treat." As he spoke, even though she was still unable to meet his gaze, she noticed his eyes slide down her body, and she became accutely aware of how heavily her hungry belly was resting on her lap and how tight the seatbelt felt across it at that particular moment.
She was frozen and her face was burning, but after a polite pause to see if she was going to work up a response, he continued unfazed, "Would you like one this time, as well? . . . I think you do."
She could only sputter out the same nonsense she had responded to his first question with, "I . . . umm, but why?" Her brain was out of service, seemingly working on nothing but muscle memory, which itself only seemed to extend back to the previous 30 seconds of eternity.
"Your total is $19.51", and he was back to being just another employee. "Have a nice day."
No pies in the bag this time, but there was a phone number.
. . .
The tiny slip sat centrally on the coffee table the whole time, but she couldn't bring herself to call. She couldn't even bring herself to save the number in her phone, so she kept it centered on her coffee table, taking great pains not to disturb it, lest it get swept off the table, never to be seen again.
She wanted to call so badly. To see what would happen. But she couldn't. She was afraid of flying too close to the sun. She wanted to be called out for the weight she'd gained this year, for her growing fast food addiction, for the way she ate, for what she ate, for the way her pants dug into her expanding and softening flesh, for being such a pig. She needed someone to watch her degradation and call her out for it. To both encourage it, enable it, and chastise her for it. She didn't know if he would do that for her, if he would be her witness, her enabler, her harshest critic, but the thought that he might be was terrifying. What if it was everything she ever wanted?
And that's exactly what the number on the coffee table represented. Because, what if she actually got what she wanted? Would it ruin her forever? With an enabler, would she ever be able to stop?
So that's why she didn't call. The reality of the fantasy was too horrifying. Too enticing.
She went through the drive-thru every day for a week. She was afraid of diving in fully, but increasingly desperate for another quick hit. If they could just continue the game, that would be perfect. Diving in completely was too scary, but the little comments were at least enough to cum to. Just please, one more hit.
Each lap through made her even more desperate, but he wasn't there. He never was. And there were no pies in the bottom of her bag.
. . .
". . ."
". . ."
". . ."
"Hello?"
". . . um"
"Hello?"
"Uhhh, this is the girl from the - uhhh - drive-thru?" How was she supposed to describe herself? She hadn't even thought that far. She didn't know his name and he probably didn't know hers.
She had finally broken down in a fit of unbearable horny desperation. Nothing was working. Feedist porn, enornmous and increasing quantities of food, degrading comments from strangers online, her vibrator. No matter how many times she came, it just couldn't be supressed. So now, lightheaded and delerious, she was finally calling him, but the awkward start had her reeling back to reality and regretting every decision she had ever made.
"Uhhh . . . Oh shit! Oh my god! It's you! I thought you would never call! I thought I fucked up or, uh, like, I don't even know, just like what if I was wrong about . . ." Now he was sounding flustered. She could hear him catch his breath, exhale, and return to his usual cool, even-keeled character. The crack in the persona eased her anxiety a bit.
"I'm so happy you actually called."
"Hehe . . . yeah sorry for the delay. I was - uh hehe - a little nervous . . ."
"Oh my gosh, no worries! Are you hungry?"
"Ha. Uhhh, well . . ."
"Oh, c'mon. I know you are. You seem like the type who always is."
'Oh shit' she thought.
"Why don't you come by and I'll hook you up with something. It's also my break soon, so we can chat while you eat."
"Oh, you don't have to do that-"
"But I want to," he quipped back.
"Well, okay. I'll be over in like 5 minutes."
"Oh, so you live close by. No wonder you're here so often." She could feel a wink though the phone. Even this miniscule teasing - from him, specifically - was getting her wet. "Look, just go through the drive-thru and order your usual. I'll know it's you."
. . .
She was shaking as she came up to the window, and there he was. The fact that this was arranged changed things a little bit. Less exciting in some ways, but much more in others.
It was a normal fast-food-window encounter, except he didn't let her pay and the bag was more full than usual, and when everything was settled he told her to park in her usual spot and start eating. He'd be out in a minute.
'Usual spot?' she thought. He really has been keeping an eye on me. But she was obedient - she was desperate to obey - and went right to her 'usual spot' and started eating right away. There was a lot of food in the bag: a true sampler of the menu: a big greasy mess.
Then, while enraptured in a double cheese burger, there was a tap on her passenger-side window. She jumped in her seat, and there he was. Before she could say anything or signal to come in, he was already opening the door and sitting down.
Her mouth was too full of food to greet him, and even without the food she would have choked on her words. But it didn't matter. He was clearly going to be the one talking today.
"God, you look even bigger when I'm not standing over you." His eyes were crawling all over her. "No - keep eating," he almost snapped when she tried to put down the burger. "I've been so obsessed with watching you come here day after day. Watching that seatbelt tighten as you fill up more and more of that seat. Obviously we get a lot of fatties in here, but you were so clearly different. I'm so glad I was right about you." His words were barely registering, but the look in his eyes as he traced her bulging curves up and down said it all. As he described watching her get fatter seemingly every time he saw her, a hand cautiously but confidently slid under her tight shirt, carressing the upper bulge of her round gut. She was melting and soaking through her tight jeans.
She kept eating like an obedient pig while he continued whispering his monologue about her size, degradation, softness, and beauty. Time dialated. She was in that car having her fat groped for an eternity.
"Now, be a good girl and finish your meal." His hand slipped out of her shirt. 'What?! What's going on?' She thought to herself. She didn't want it to end. She needed more. She needed that forever. "Send me a picture of that bag completely empty when you're finished." And suddenly he was up from the seat and leaning into the car. "You will eat it all for me, won't you?"
He leaned in and gave her the softest peck on her full, fat, greasy cheek and was off. Her mouth was too full to beg. To convince him to stay for just one more minute. To tell him she would do anything in the world for him if he just stayed one more minute.
But all of that was reduced to a muffled whimper through a mouth full of carbs and grease.
I had never really felt comfortable wearing crop tops. I couldn't bear to show off the most sensitive part of my body. I told myself that it would be completely fine. I loved the soft curve of my lower belly. There was no reason to worry what others thought.
The shirt ended at the bottom of my ribs. I had chosen to pair this shirt with sweatpants that hugged lightly at my hips, entirely exposing the softest part of my belly. My innie, however, was too deep and contained too many folds to reveal the core of my navel. Thankfully, that part of my body was safe.
I walked outside, half fearing that there would be a crowd of people outside my door. It was a normal day, and so far my belly was safe from judgement. The breeze against my skin was shocking, and I found myself wishing that I could cover myself. However, no amount of tugging would make the crop top long enough. I had to suffer the consequences of my decision.
I could see a jogger approaching as I made my way down the sidewalk. I tensed my stomach muscles, trying to cease any jiggling that was occurring. He looked at me and smiled, before his eyes darted downward to my exposed belly. I felt my cheeks burn as I watched his eyes widen. He passed quickly, though, and my embarrassment lasted for a mere few moments.
I internally congratulated myself for making it to the grocery store. Running a quick errand should be easy enough. I wouldn't even be in the building long enough for my exposed tummy to garner much attention.
I passed through the sliding glass doors, and immediately several pairs of eyes were upon my weakness. I pretended not to notice them as I continued towards the back of the store where the bakery was.
A handful of other shoppers shuffled slowly about as they browsed. Among them was a tall, thin woman with cropped hair and bold highlights. Even in a neutral state, her face was twisted slightly into a sour expression. Despite her polished hair, fine jewelry, and designer clothes, she seemed incredibly unhappy. She also happened to be standing next to the desserts I had wanted to look at.
I approached slowly, hoping that she wouldn't notice me at all. I stood beside her and began my browsing, when I heard her speak.
"Everything here is stale!" the woman complained. Ah. She just needed someone to talk at. I let out a small sigh of relief. "I can't believe this establishment is still in business!"
"Yeah, haha, it's pretty crazy," I said nervously, not wanting to set her off.
"I think this time I'm going to talk to--" the woman froze. Her sharp eyes had drifted downward. My navel tingled as it felt her angry stare. It seemed as if time had stopped. "What on earth is that.." her voice drifted off as she continued to stare in disbelief.
"Oh..um.." I struggled to form words. Should I just turn around and leave the store in pure embarrassment? "It's a....um...crop top."
"A crop top?" The woman repeated with disgust. "You know what, your generation never ceases to amaze me. This is absolutely ridiculous. I mean, just look at yourself! Do you really think you should be showing off with a belly like that?"
I could feel my face turning bright red. Unsure of what else to do, I crossed my arms over my stomach in a desperate attempt to hide it.
"Oh please, no," the woman said sarcastically. "Don't let me stop you from showing off this ball of dough." She pulled my arms away from my stomach. "You've clearly been feeding it so well! Go on, show off your hard work." She patted my belly with an evil grin, running her beautifully manicured hands across my skin. "And let's not forget this!"
A bolt of electricity shot through my body as the woman's finger plunged into my exposed navel. The tip of it pressed firmly against the core, and I watched the first segment disappear into my belly. A high-pitched squeal escaped my lips at the sensation, and I grabbed her hand in a feeble attempt to remove her finger.
"Ohhh," she cooed in evil delight. "Does someone have a sensitive belly button?" She swirled her finger around and watched as it caused my entire belly to move.
"P-please stop," I wailed through pitiful giggles and screams.
"Aww, why stop? Clearly this chubby tummy needed some attention if you were gonna show it off." However, she seemed to grow tired of her own antics, and tried to remove the manicured finger. And tried. But it wouldn't come out.
"I'm serious, take your finger out of my belly button," I begged. My navel was on fire, and the mere sensation of her finger on my core was maddening.
"I..." the woman seemed to finally be speechless. She stared in disbelief at her finger, firmly wedged inside my innie. She continued to pull, but to no avail. I saw her original sour expression return, this time tinged with pure hatred. "What have you done? Let my finger go right now!"
"Me?" I asked angrily. "I'm not doing anything! You're the one who attacked my belly button!"
"No," the woman replied, shaking her head patronizingly. "This is assault. You're gonna be in huge trouble if you don't release me." She continued to pull. The edges of my navel puckered around her finger. It was suctioned in place.
"I swear I'm not doing anything--"
"Someone help! This girl is detaining me!" The woman yelled to the other shoppers and employees around us. All eyes were on us and a crowd began to form.
"What's going on?" a bored employee asked, already seeming irritated with this woman. As she approached and took in the sight before her, her eyes widened.
"This girl is using her belly button to assault me!" The woman shouted. "Call 911 right this instant! I want her arrested!"
"What happened?" the poor employee asked in bewilderment, watching as the rim of my navel puckered around the woman's finger each time she attempted to remove it.
"I don't know," I managed to say through pained laughter. The woman's finger wormed around in every direction, desperately trying to break free. "She freaked out over my crop top--"
"Hello, 911?" I heard the woman say. "I'm at Green Mart on Seventh and there is a young woman assaulting me!" She had a wicked smile on her face and was looking directly into my eyes.
"I swear I'm not doing anything!" I pleaded. "Her finger is just stuck..."
"Oh, for heaven's sake," I heard another voice from behind me, but I was unable to move. A gorgeous, plump woman entered my view. She had the kindest eyes I'd ever seen. "I've got some lotion, maybe that will help."
I watched, mortified, as the woman applied lotion to my navel, attempting to somewhat get it inside the tight hole. Several strange hands began massaging the lotion into my navel, and I began to feel faint from so much sensation. Then, some hands held my belly while others tried to pull the woman's finger out. She had momentarily stopped wiggling it to help with this removal attempt. However, all watched in shock as the woman's finger did not budge.
"Oh, you poor thing," the kind woman said sweetly as she rubbed my belly soothingly around the other woman's finger. "Don't worry, we'll get it out soon."
"I know she's doing this on purpose!" the first woman said, her finger wiggling deep inside my navel again. The crowd had to catch me as I fell into a fit of laughter once more, my abdominal muscles on fire. The woman's finger went wherever I did. There was no escape from the sensation.
The police and fire department arrived. The crowd parted to let them through. Again, I was met with shocked stares as they took in the sight.
"What...seems to be the problem?" one of the officers said in disbelief.
"As you can clearly see," the woman jabbed my navel harshly as she spoke, "this girl is using her disgusting belly button to imprison me. I want her arrested and I need to have my finger released immediately!"
"This girl is about to pass out," the kind woman said. As if she had commanded it herself, a stretcher was there, and I was being lifted onto it. "No matter what we do, we can't get this woman's finger out of her belly button! She's been laughing for a good fifteen minutes straight now."
It was true. My vision blurred from my tears, and my body ached. Thankfully, it seemed that the arrival of emergency personnel had calmed my new friend's fury. I took deep breaths, happy to almost be done with this nightmare. Surely they would have a way of removing the finger?
A few EMTs came up to the stretcher and began pulling on the woman's finger. They could only stare in shock as the rim of my navel formed a perfect seal around it and did not allow it to exit one bit.
"Don't you think we've already tried that," the woman barked. "Do something else!"
"If it's really stuck in there, we'll have to try something drastic," another EMT said. I began to panic. What else was there to do? I watched him disappear back into the crowd, still eagerly gathered around us.
Moments later, the same EMT returned with more help, along with a five-gallon jug on a cart. The just was filled with a slightly cloudy, translucent liquid, and I watched in horror as a hose was attached at the base of the jug. They won't...will they?
I felt several hands grab at my limbs and attach cuff restraints, linking them to the handles of the stretcher. More hands grabbed my head, and forced the other end of the hose inside, with a strap that wrapped around to prevent me from stopping what was coming.
"Just keep drinking," one of the EMT's said with a gentle smile as they held my head. "Popping your belly button should release this woman's finger. This should also help to replace any electrolytes you lost from all that crying."
All I could do was give muffled cries in protest as I tried to fight against the restraints, leading to straps being placed across my ribs and hips. My bare belly was forced to keep still, and the woman watched in glee.
"This will teach you to wear such skimpy clothing," she said smugly.
An EMT flipped the tiny spigot on the jug, and I could hear the liquid begin to surge through the hose. I whined pathetically as the sound got closer and closer, and the woman chuckled at my alarm. I could suddenly feel the cool liquid enter my mouth. I chugged helplessly at the endless flow, feeling it hit my stomach with a rush.
Slowly, my belly began to rise. It was almost unnoticeable at first. I was almost grateful for the drink, as I had been quite tired. But that quickly changed as the pressure began to make itself known, and I began to slowly round out.
"A tiny food baby like that?" the woman scoffed. "She's never gonna pop at this rate." I felt her finger wiggle, causing all the fluid my belly to slosh around audibly. I heard some laughter from within the crowd, and a deep blush covered my face. There was nothing I could do to hide my growing stomach.
The EMT controlling the liquid looked to a colleague, and they both nodded before the spigot was opened more, releasing a powerful flow that forced its way down my esophagus. My eyes widened as I watched my belly grow more rapidly, the sloshing becoming more and more quiet as all the available space steadily began to fill.
A different sound made itself known. Loud groans emanated from my gut as it protested against the liquid, which was starting to strain against its new container. Mortified, I listened as my stomach made noise after noise, garnering chuckles from the onlookers.
"That's one gallon down," the EMT called from the jug.
"Oh please," the woman said, poking my belly button. "She's not even full yet."
My belly bounced as she poked. There was still some give, but not much. As it rounded out, it gradually became more firm. The core of my deep innie, once hidden safely inside of it, was beginning to push up against the woman’s finger from the pressure that was building. The sensation was unbearable, and I struggled to continue chugging down the liquid.
“I’d say only a couple months pregnant,” the woman said as she rubbed my expanding belly. This garnered more laughter from the crowd, and she seemed to be enjoying the attention. “I think this gut can take more.”
All I could do was lay there and moan against the hose. The EMTs did nothing to stop her from taunting me or gleefully rubbing the globe that was forming in my midsection. It was like she was admiring her work.
"Four gallons down," the EMT called.
"Hear that, fatty?" the woman snickered. "You're almost there!"
I tried to shift in the stretcher, but was all but pinned down by the weight of my belly. Even the woman's wiggling finger, which was once able to shake the entirety of my stomach, was now barely able to move the massive orb in my midsection. Each time the woman tried to pull her finger out, my skin would simply pucker around it. It was still completely sealed in.
The woman patted my enormous belly. It was like a completely inflated beach ball, and entirely on display for all to see. Before, it had been a flat yet somewhat curvaceous tummy. Now, I could feel all the stares around me burning into my skin. My clothes did a pitiful job hiding my current form.
"...Aaaaand that's five...?
What should have been a statement from the EMT came out as a rather confused question. I attempted to move my head to see what was going on.
"Well?" asked the woman impatiently. "What's going on?" I felt her finger wriggle angrily within my belly button.
"It's just that...your finger...it won't come out."
A young woman from every powerful family in the land is offered to a temple of women who are revered and worshipped for their powers.
As part of an old alliance made before she was born, Bea consents to go, only to discover that there are many myths around who the women of the temple are and how they live.
This is a fantasy smutty story with light world building and strong belly/navel fetishism. Characters are both women. Enjoy, belly pervs!
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The torches had just been lit outside of the temple. The evening sunlight was fading into the dusky hum of a summer night. Fireflies winked along the grassy patches beside the old road.
The young woman was nervous. Trailing after her older cousin had been taxing. The road was uneven and difficult to walk, and the dust had settled on her like a second skin. Finally they had arrived at their destination, the sun dipping below the horizon, but the woman was hardly relieved. Her cousin had stopped, waiting, and had placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He squeezed gently, giving her a brief smile, his eyes filled with an apology.
"You'll be safe here, Bea." he said quietly.
"You don't know that." the woman responded wearily.
The temple. In actual fact, it looked more like a small castle. There was a bird bath in the front courtyard, and gardens of beautiful flowers surrounding the entrance. The oak doors creaked loudly as they opened. A cloaked figure emerged, hooded, and stepped forward to greet them. She opened her hands wide in the traditional greeting of welcome.
Stepping forward slowly, her cousin proclaimed:
"Greetings, Revered Mother. I bring to you a daughter, an offering of the Old Blood, to learn and keep your ways." He mirrored her hands, palms facing out, his eyes averted deferentially.
"By the old laws and kinship of blood, I hear this offer. Man of Old Blood, you may step no further here. Announce her." The hooded woman's voice was rich and resonant.
"I present my cousin, Beatrice Greenwood."
He stepped back in a bow, then backed slowly away. The hooded woman bowed her head in acknowledgement. Beatrice's heart beat faster. She stepped forward as she had been taught and spoke with a clear voice.
"I am Beatrice Greenwood."
The hooded woman nodded.
"A Greenwood. Old Blood, indeed. You are welcome here, Beatrice. Do you wish to join the temple, learn our ways and offer yourself as Old Blood?" The woman asked.
"I do." said Beatrice, steady. Her blood pounded in her ears.
"And do you agree to give up your name and all worldly attachments?"
Beatrice breathed deeply, truly considering the question. A few moments passed. The hooded figure waited patiently. Her cousin, behind her, fidgeted.
"I do." Beatrice said.
Behind her, a relieved sigh.
The hooded woman nodded her approval.
"Say your goodbyes, if you wish it. When you are ready, come to me." The woman stepped back gracefully, her face still completely obscured. Beatrice turned to face her cousin.
He stepped forward and took her hands, bowing respectfully.
"Thank you, thank you." He whispered fervently. Beatrice leaned forward and kissed his brow. Memories of him and her, childhood playmates, the bond of that more like a brother. He pulled her gently into an embrace, tears on his cheeks. They mirrored her own.
"Until we meet again, in this life or the next." he said, sadly.
"In the next, I'll make sure of it." Beatrice whispered, bringing a shaky smile to his lips.
And then he was gone, walking up the dusty road, back to take his place in a world that she no longer belonged to.
--
When she had allowed the moment to pass, she turned towards the temple. The woman was no longer hooded. She was smiling. Dark curls framed her face, her eyes a deep brown. She radiated tenderness. She was of middle years, radiant. Beatrice gasped, surprised.
"Ah, yes. Not the deformed hag you expected. Yes?" she said, extending her hand.
"No." Beatrice said, taking it. She felt childlike as the woman led her to the doors. Her palm was warm against hers. The woman laughed softly.
"You are honest. That pleases me, as you will come to learn."
Beatrice felt a slight fluttering in her chest. Already, the woman had completely defied all of the old stories. Like the lighting of a candle, hope kindled in her heart.
"Welcome, Beatrice. You will learn much in the coming days. But for tonight, you and I have much to discover together. My name is Violet."
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Violet led Beatrice through the castle. It was lit by candles throughout, but it was already too dark to see many details. She heard voices murmuring and the clinking of cutlery, with occasional laughter. Violet rubbed her thumb gently against hers.
"You'll meet the others tomorrow. You must be hungry, and I'm sure you'd like to refresh yourself." said Violet, leading her up a staircase.
Bea nodded, and with the etiquette expected of a Greenwood, responded demurely.
"Yes, the journey was long. I would be grateful."
"Good. Here we are. These are your rooms. Perhaps not as lavishly furnished as what you're used to, but all amenities are present."
It was quite an understatement, Bea thought to herself. Inside was a lovely space with a large four poster bed, a cozy fireplace with a sofa and some velvet footstools. Candles had been lit in strategic places, with the effect being an even source of comfortable light. There was also a desk and some bookshelves, which were all empty. Soft rugs of quality make covered the stone floor.
"It is beautiful!" Bea said, astonished.
"You are sweet. Yes, we like to live comfortably here. We do not believe in depriving the body or the spirit comforts. Comfort, we believe, is a thing of beauty, and to be enjoyed."
Violet led her to a smaller door off to the side.
"Through here is your bath. It should be ready shortly, but while you wait, I've requested some food for you from the kitchens."
A knock punctuated the end of Violet's sentence. Her mouth quirked in a mischievous smile. Bea looked at the door, surprised. It almost felt planned.
"That will be it now. Have a seat."
Violet accepted a tray of food from someone outside the door, who Bea didn't see. Violet chatted briefly with them, then returned. Warm bread and a meaty stew was presented, accompanied by some fruit and small cheeses.
Bea ate gratefully, while Violet spoke to her about the food, describing the gardens and dairy and the kitchens they had at the temple. When she was finished with her bread and stew, she placed a grape into her mouth, and it popped with a cool sweetness that enveloped her tongue.
"Oh," she sighed, delighted. "These are delicious!"
Violet picked one and popped it into her own mouth with a smile. "Aren't they? they've been working on getting this just right in the gardens. An entirely new type of grape, if you can imagine it! There's some talent there."
Violet's tender and gentle company, along with the robust and filling meal, had left Bea satiated. Violet took her hand again and led her to the bathroom.
"Here you go, Beatrice. Have a good scrub, and leave your clothes there. We'll have them washed and returned to you. I'll be waiting for you here when you're done."
Inside there was a warm pool, bubbling, with delicious scents hanging in the air. Bea slipped out of her travel-stained clothes, and sank gratefully into the warm water. She took her time with washing herself thoroughly, layers of grime and dust floating away. She unbraided her hair and gave it a thorough wash too, her wet ringlets looking a deep brown in the candlelight.
Her heart had started to beat faster again. She knew that the next part was to be "like a wedding night." Though in the traditions of the old and powerful families, she had not been educated in what that actually entailed. Further, she was confused about how that would happen without a man. After all, the temple was only women.
Of course, Bea wasn't ignorant. There had been gossip and rumours and stories shared of secret trysts when she was growing up, so she had some idea of what happened between man and woman. But she had no idea what to expect here.
She dried off and changed into the simple white nightgown and underwear that had been provided. It felt good to be clean and full, and despite her nervousness she was feeling a little sleepy. Stepping back into the bedroom, Violet looked up and gave her a warm smile, and closed the book she had been reading. She had also changed, she was wearing a simple dress, similar to Bea's, but slightly more fitted to her body. It was also clear she had bathed, too. She smiled at Bea warmly.
"There you are. How are you feeling?" she said, patting the sofa beside her.
"Much refreshed, thank you. It is wonderful to feel clean after a hard journey, and the bath was perfect. It is not what I expected." She sat down next to Violet, and she could smell the same soapy fragrance on her that she had just used in her bath. Her eyes glanced nervously at Violet's dress, and moreso, her figure beneath. This was something she tried not to do, as growing up she realised she didn't look at women the same way as her girl cousins - to admire their clothes, or jewelry or the men on their arms. Instead, it was something more than that, something she didn't quite understand, but felt ashamed of.
"Beatrice." Violet's voice was close and quiet. Bea felt a beat skip in her chest. Her name sounded different in Violet's mouth. Grander. Important. She looked into Violet's eyes, dark brown with glints of gold. Violet gently took her hands.
"What comes next is important. It represents the start of your life here, but also, the beginning of your learning. It is meant to be enjoyable and loving. But if you want to stop, all you need to do is say so. Do you understand?" Violet asked.
The tenderness in Violet's words nearly overwhelmed her. Motherless, Bea had grown up without much emotional closeness from women. She had her cousins, of course, but there was always distance there. This was unfamiliar and it woke a deep yearning inside her. Being spoken to like this was something she dreamed of when she was alone.
It did not make her think of what happened between men and women on their wedding night - that was a duty, a formality. She was confused, but her heart had awoken.
"I understand." She said. "But I am afraid I do not know what is expected of me. Please forgive my ignorance."
Violet nodded. "Good. That is expected. You are not required to know or do anything. Let me explain."
They sat comfortably side by side, and Violet shifted so that their legs were touching a little. She stroked her thumb slowly over Bea's, as before. Bea felt a little thrill of excitement.
"Tonight I'm going to teach you how to awaken your desire. To do that, I'll ask you a few questions. There's no shame or judgement here, only acceptance."
Bea nodded. Violet went on.
"Beatrice. Do you know what happens between men and women in marriage?"
"Yes. Well, stories. Not first hand." Bea said, blushing pink.
"And have you ever had an experience like that with anyone?"
"No. I don't really see the appeal, if I'm honest. Seems like something that's just done."
"And what about an experience on your own?" Violet asked, her mouth quirking in that same mischievous smile.
"Myself?" Bea asked, confused. It seemed Violet was waiting for more of an answer from her. She thought about it.
She thought about nights, alone, in her room. Thinking of one of the stable women who cared for the horses, the one with the wiry muscles and the freckles on her nose. Placing a pillow between her legs, and moving slightly up and down and-
A dark blush creeped up Bea's neck. She looked at Violet, embarrassment and shame welling up in her. But beneath that, butterflies and confusion.
"It's okay. These things are not often talked about. It may help if I speak more directly. Have you, when you're alone, touched your body in any way to feel pleasure? In a way that you wouldn't tell anyone else?" Violet asked, kindly.
She met her eyes, bravely, and nodded. Violet smiled warmly and nodded encouragingly.
"Thank you, Beatrice. That's good. I promise. I see that the old families still do not teach their daughters about things of that nature, or that it must be hidden."
"It is...shameful. And dirty. Not worthy of young women from good families." Bea said, trying to explain.
"That explains why this is difficult for you to talk about." Violet said. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"No, I- I am embarrassed, but not uncomfortable. I just don't see what this has to do with anything." Bea said, a little defensively.
"Pleasure. It has to do with pleasure. Here, we believe that pleasure is a gift. One you give yourself and to others, if you choose to. It's also something you can receive." Violet paused, and poured some tea for them both.
"Oh. I see." said Bea. But she didn't, quite. They both sipped their tea, and it had a calming effect. Bea relaxed a little. Her heart was desperate to tell Violet exactly what she had done when she was alone. How that pillow felt so good against her but it always felt frustrating, too. That it made her hot and restless and desperate for something, something she couldn't quite reach.
"My cousins call me Bea. Beatrice sounds kind of formal to me." She said, trying to break away from her thoughts.
"Would you like me to call you Bea?" Violet asked, placing her hand gently on her thigh.
She felt like her thigh was sparking with electricity at their touch, her heart leapt.
"Yes, I'd like that." Bea said, putting her tea cup down, shaking a little. Violet put hers down too. With a quick gesture of her hand, the candles dimmed around them. Bea's eyes widened.
"How did you do that?" she said.
"It's something you will learn, too." Violet said, grinning. "Would you like that?"
"Yes! That was amazing!" Bea said excitedly. She turned back to Violet. Suddenly she was even more aware of Violet's body and their closeness, and of her hand on her thigh.
Bea was mesmerised. The dimness made her braver.
"You are beautiful." she said, shyly. Violet smiled, and squeezed her thigh affectionately.
"You are sweet, Bea. If I may say, I think you are beautiful, too." Violet said, her voice changing in tone.
Bea blushed and realised that those feelings she had when she was alone were starting right here with Violet.
"Bea, when you've pleasured yourself, have you ever experienced a release?" Violet asked.
Bea felt less embarrassed now, but still shy about speaking about it.
"No. My cousins, they say that just happens for the men. Is that right?" she asked.
"Not quite. It can happen for everyone. Tonight, I'd like to show you. If you'll allow me. But first, we must awaken your desire. I see in you already the stirrings. I see you looking at my body, my hips, my breasts." said Violet, shifting closer.
Bea blushed again. "I'm sorry-" she said quickly. Violet pressed a finger her lips.
"Hush, now." said Violet, leaning closer.
Then, soft as butterfly wings, Violet's lips were on hers. She kissed her lightly, and again. Bea's heart lurched. A woman! Her first kiss! This ache inside her! It was all so much. Bea leaned in, kissing Violet back, firmer.
"Oh," Violet breathed softly. Bea gasped.
Then, suddenly, Bea gave in entirely. She kissed Violet with a hunger she had no control over. Violet's hands were moving along her nightgown, along her sides. Her thumb was rubbing gently against the fabric, teasing Bea.
Violet broke off the kiss and stood up, leading Bea to the bed.
"Lie down, Bea." She said softly, arranging the pillow behind her head. Then Violet was next to her and they were kissing again, deeply. Violet parted her lips and ran her tongue lightly against Bea's. Bea opened her mouth, Violet's tongue sliding in easily. Bea gasped and a soft whine followed. She blushed.
"You taste so sweet." Violet said, pushing Bea's hair back. "Tell me, where do you touch yourself when you're alone?"
"I put a pillow...Um, between..." Bea stammered.
"Your legs?" Violet prompted, her lips pressed against Bea's neck, kissing lightly. Bea moaned softly, blushing, and nodded.
"Here?" Violet said huskily, rubbing softly over Bea's nightgown, between her legs. Bea squeaked and felt her legs part on their own, her hips starting to thrust up. Violet laughed warmly and pulled away.
"Slow down, sweetheart. We have all night. I want to explore your body." Violet whispered.
Bea felt her whole body respond to the pet name. With a rush, she suddenly felt a warmth in her panties, involuntary and new. She knew that she would do anything Violet asked, anything to hear that again. She surrendered completely.
"I've never felt like this. What's happening to me?" Bea said, biting her lip.
"We're awakening your desire. Everyone is different - it will take some time to know exactly what makes your heat come." Violet said, between kisses. "You're doing really well, Bea."
Bea breathed heavily at the praise. Nervously, she touched Violet's hip, and slid up until she was cupping her breast, over her dress.
"Oh, oh-" Violet said hoarsely, strained, as if she was in pain.
Bea snatched her hand away. "Did I hurt you?" she asked nervously. Violet laughed softly, shaking her head.
"No, no, you're wonderful. It's hard to go slowly when it feels that good."
Feeling bold, Bea pulled Violet into a deeper kiss, sliding her tongue into Violet's mouth. She felt Violet's hand grab her hip and pull her closer.
Bea laughed in response, shyly. The fire in her had begun to assert itself. "What's next?" she asked eagerly.
Violet reached down and took the hem of Bea's nightgown, pulling it up slowly. They both watched as her thighs and panties were revealed, then her belly, then her breasts. Violet smiled in appreciation, feeling her own response between her legs.
"You are gorgeous." Violet said, tracing a finger over Bea's chest. Bea was breathing fast, her nipples hardening in the cooler air. Her skin darkened with her blush.
Violet's fingers found a nipple, and started rubbing it in gentle circles. There was a shooting sensation all down Bea's spine, and she arched her back, grabbing the sheet. She closed her eyes. Just before the sensation got too much, she felt a soothing warmth cover her breast. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, watching Violet suckle her firmly. Violet used her tongue to expertly flick and tease her nipple, then used long, slow strokes to soothe it.
Bea couldn't believe what was happening. All of this felt so good, so right. She was becoming delirious with the pleasure, with the hunger that was growing quickly.
Violet swapped to the other breast, fondling the first with her fingers. Bea moaned, and when it became slightly painful, she whimpered, but never did she ask Violet to stop.
Breathless, Violet panted, "That's it, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me." Bea jerked at the praise, another rush of warmth in her panties. There was a definite wetness between her legs now, more than she'd ever experienced.
Violet's eyebrows raised a little, realizing the effect of the praise. She backed off, leaving Bea panting, her breasts wet with saliva and sweat.
"Look at me, Bea." Violet said firmly. Bea looked up immediately, mesmerised by Violet's eyes.
"Good girl."
Bea immediately felt humiliated, being spoken to as if she was a silly little girl. But also. Also.
Violet grinned wickedly. "Oh, sweetheart," she said, breathing in Bea's ear. "That's wonderful. Look at what we've discovered together. You like being a good girl for me, don't you?"
Bea looked away, embarrassed. But at that moment, she became aware of the heavy scent of herself, coming from between her legs. She bit her lip, then turned to look at Violet, completely submissive. She nodded. Violet kissed her gently, encouragingly. Bea wondered at herself, amazed.
"There are areas of the body that can often bring special pleasure. Your breasts, as we've seen, can be one. But there are others. Is there any special place you like to touch when you're alone?" Violet asked.
"Yes, there is." said Bea, beyond keeping any personal secrets. "I like to touch my-"
Violet stopped her with a kiss.
"Let me find it, Bea. Your body will tell me."
Bea melted into the bed, closing her eyes.
Violet kissed and touched gently all over. In the crook of her elbows, which tickled, and on her thighs, which made her jump. Then she felt Violet's hand brush over her navel. She froze.
A memory flashed, years ago, of her cousin tickling her. They had been rolling and laughing together, when suddenly he slipped his finger into her belly button, and tickled her there. She screamed, overwhelmed with the sensation, and had sent them both into fits of laughter.
Later, when she was older, she had been bathing. While cleaning herself, she had reached deep into her navel, and nearly cried out with how it rippled all the way down inside her.
Then later, again, her deepest shame of all. The pillow between her legs, moving up and down, her finger deep in her navel, on the edge of sobbing, desperate, not quite able to get the release she was looking for.
She opened her eyes. Violet's finger was hovering above her navel.
"Bea, it's okay. Shame can be part of the pleasure. Take a deep breath." Violet said gently. Bea was shaking. She took a breath, and they both watched her belly rise and fall.
"Again." Violet said.
Bea breathed again, deeper, her belly pushing out a little further. She noticed a fierce, hungry look in Violet's eyes.
"Again." Violet said, her eyes not moving from Bea's belly. Bea breathed as deeply as she could, her belly pushing out as far as she could, before falling again.
"Oh, gods." Violet groaned under her breath. Bea watched, curiously, then with some fear, as Violet's gaze on her belly intensified.
"You have a beautiful belly, Bea. It's soft, and you carry a little bit of extra weight here, don't you?" Violet said, her fingers gently stroking up and down, avoiding her navel.
Bea blushed darkly. She wasn't overweight by any means, but her belly was her curviest part. Whenever she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror, she admired how that extra softness made her belly button look even deeper. It was oval shaped, and she often imagined a little trinket dangling from it, to tease.
"Yes, I do." Bea said, eager to please. She arched her back, subtly, trying to encourage Violet to touch her navel.
Violet's mouth quirked, noticing the action, confirming her suspicion. She shook her head in wonder, surprised that this, of all places, was Bea's favourite. Just as it was her own. Finally.
"And you touch it? your belly?" Violet asked, casually, raising an eyebrow.
"Sometimes, yes." said Bea, ever proper.
"And this belly button? My, it's awfully deep, Bea." She said, kissing her belly softly.
Bea squirmed. "Yes."
"Do you want me to touch your belly button?" Violet asked quietly.
Bea breathed deeply again, then nodded.
"Say it, Bea." Violet said softly. Restrained.
"I want you...to touch...my belly button." Bea said, closing her eyes.
Violet's finger teased the edge of her navel. Bea whimpered, arching her back, obvious now. Violet groaned. With her other hand, Violet used her fingers to spread Bea's navel open. Bea went absolutely still, hardly daring to breathe. Her legs were open, her hot scent filling the space between them, making Violet's mouth salivate.
Then Violet slid her finger into Bea's navel. She played with it, shallowly, and Bea whined, her hips bucking. Then she pushed in, deeply, touching the bottom. Then she went even harder, pushing deep into Bea's belly.
Bea cried out. She grabbed the sheets, abandoning all control, surrendering completely to the invading finger deep in her belly. Violet pushed in and out, fingering her.
The sensation radiated through her entire body, rocking her like shockwaves. Every time Violet pushed deeply, she moaned like she never had before in her life. Beads of sweat formed and rolled on her belly and breasts, some sliding into her navel, making it wet and slippery.
"Good girl!" Violet moaned.
Getting praised for this? For having her belly button fingered and invaded? For this shameful, dirty thing that she did alone? It was nearly too much. Violet felt Bea's muscles contract as she pushed deeper and deeper.
Bea's moans changed to a more urgent, desperate pitch, one that Violet knew well. She raised her eyebrows, not believing it. She had heard it could happen, but...
Bea cried out, suddenly.
"Violet!" she moaned, catching her eye. Bea was glorious. Her hair was plastered to her neck with sweat, her muscles were contracting tightly, and her hips were thrusting, so desperate was she. Her panties were soaked in a wet mess that Violet was eager to taste. Violet was stunned by Bea's beauty, the intensity of her pleasure, the desperation in the way she cried her name. The first time she had used it. As a request. No, not a request. Begging. Begging for the release that had always escaped her.
Violet, though she had done this many times, with many women, felt something deep inside her responding. Something primal. Uncontrollable.
"Bea!" She groaned, sliding her other hand into her own panties to pleasure herself. She was shocked at how ready she was.
Bea's eyes widened, shock crossing her face, as she realised that Violet was pleasuring herself at the sight of her. Her muscles contracted even further, and she concentrated on the deep rumble in her belly, and the relentless pounding that Violet was now giving her belly button. Then, rapidly approaching, she felt it build.
The feeling she had chased for so long, that she could never quite reach on her own. She had made it this far but never further. Bea closed her eyes, listening to the breathy moans of Violet pleasuring herself, the slapping of her hand against her belly, and the deep, mind breaking force of Violet's finger pushing deeply into her belly button.
"Violet!" she groaned deeply, "something's...happening..." she threw her head back, panting lustfully.
"Yes, Bea," Violet moaned, "Good girl, you can do it. This is it, Bea. You're going to come. Come for me, Bea."
"I'm going to...come?" Bea whimpered, unfamiliar with the word. Then suddenly, powerfully, it was happening. "I'm going to come! Violet! Please- PLEASE!"
Violet held her pace, determined that this very first time, this first time would be just for Bea. As she deserved. Her first taste of magic. She withdrew her hand, throbbing, and stopped pleasuring herself, taking it all in.
Bea cried out, guttural, panting.
Divine.
Bea's orgasm, the very beginning of her magic, was one of the strongest the temple had ever seen. The other witches inside the castle felt the waves of power wash over them, turning to each other in awe and reverence. Violet had never seen an awakening this strong in her lifetime.
Violet slowed her pace and then gently withdrew from Bea's navel. It was bright red and looked very tender. There was a warm wetness underneath Bea, a final rush as she hit her peak. Her nipples were hard and swollen, beads of sweat covering her.
Violet smiled, shaking her head, ecstatic.
"Bea." She called, softly.
Bea was curled up, aftershocks rolling though her. Her cheeks were wet with tears. The power of it had overwhelmed her.
"Violet," she said, laughing softly through the tears, "what in all the hells was that?"
Violet, desperate with her own aching need, came to hold Bea gently, rubbing her back, kissing her shoulder blades.
"That, Bea, was magic." she said.
"Is it like that every time?" Bea asked.
"Not every time, no." Violet mused. "But, sometimes that doesn't matter. There are many ways of reaching that, not all of them require an orgasm, or even that strong."
"An orgasm?" Bea asked.
"The release." Violet explained, her hand cradling Bea's belly.
"Ah. Yes." said Bea, blushing.
The feeling of Violet's hand on her belly was kindling the fire within once again. Bea laughed, embarrassed, as Violet sensed it and lightly teased her over her panties.
Belly button glory holes are genuinely such an enormous fantasy of mine, both giving and receiving.
Like just imagine lotsss of navel-sensitive people have just gathered and are randomly paired up, and each have a turn at putting their belly button up against the hole and the other can do what they want to it, and there's tools provided and fuuuuuck. You could also sign up based on what you want and be paired up that way, like some people might only wanna be licked/pleasured while others would wanna be tortured etc. As a navel switch it's my actual dream ahaha just imagine both being able to put your belly button up into an opening and have a stranger just get you off, and then be presented by their belly button and then have the chance to get THEM off
Personally i'd like to start by licking them gently to gauge how sensitive they are overall, and then use something like a toothpick to probe around their belly button to find all their most sensitive spots. I'd have a notepad with me to sketch it out almost like a map, and then i'd really hyperfocus on those spots while reassuring and praising them gently, then sometimes switching back to licking if they really enjoyed that, experimenting with pressure and patterns.
Hey belly pervs, I wrote a little sexy belly play fantasy. Enjoy!
Some references to anatomy and gender (me)
As gender neutral as possible (you)
Use your imagination 💕
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That feeling of lust and desperation after a good belly rub session has been driving me crazy lately. Usually it's grabbing handfuls of my soft tummy, jiggling me and smacking my vulnerable chub, or some cheeky navel play. Often it's after dinner and we're on the couch watching something, my back against you, when your finger slips into my sensitive belly button. I know you feel how I shudder around it. You act like you're not even thinking about it, just playing with it like a stim toy. I think you like to see me struggle to act like it doesn't drive me insane.
I stifle moans that are getting harder to suppress. All this talk and play about my poor tummy being so full. You can't keep your hands off it, can you? Whether I'm full and round and straining, or soft and squishy, it all turns you on. I know it. You know it. But we pretend it's just something silly we do; just playing around.
Our relationship is pretty new. I haven't told you about how any attention on my tummy makes me seriously hot and bothered. I'm way too shy and embarrassed. But unfortunately for me, that embarrassment also drives me crazy.
We haven't done much more than kiss at this point. We're taking it slow. But the belly touching started so innocently. Right? I used my most common tactic. Big dinner, great date, back to mine. Me stretching out and groaning quietly, complaining about how full I felt, rubbing circles over my shirt for good measure. Watching. Hoping. Are you going to take the bait?
Of course you did. And it was just a gentle rub, over my clothes, so playful.
"Aw, you had too much to eat?" you teased as you patted my tummy. I had pouted my lip and then giggled, then the moment passed. But we both felt the electricity between us. I knew then I had you.
I mean, okay. It's not hard to guess. It's not like I can hide my size, or where I carry my weight. Usually if someone's attracted to me, it's not a leap to assume what their preferred body type is. And I'm not above being coy and suggestive. But for me, liking my curves and softness isn't enough.
So I play my little games. Testing. Teasing. Watching. A stretch here, my shirt rides up. Do your eyes follow? A little comment at lunch: 'Oh, I can't have any more, I'm so stuffed." Does your attention snap to me immediately? So far, so good.
But you're getting suspicious now. We're on the cusp of confessing this naughty little fetish to each other, aren't we?
Like I said, we haven't done much physically. A few hugs here and there, a peck or smooch as a greeting, and one very deep, true kiss after an especially lovely dinner out.
I had surprised myself by pulling on your jacket, leaning in for a deep kiss. I'm not usually the one to make the first move, but there was something about you that night. You smelled so incredible. We were both a little buzzed, and you were laughing at one of my silly jokes, saying goodbye on my doorstep when I leaned in. Your fervent response, stepping in close and pushing me back until I was pressed against the wall, took me by surprise.
I felt goosebumps along my arms. With a belly full of butterflies, I opened my mouth slowly, an invitation. Your hands were on my hips, steadying me, and I felt your thumb slide under my top and graze along my lower belly. Your tongue parted my lips, exploring. You kissed me so deeply and tenderly. It was slow and deliberate. You had so much confidence.
It was a hell of a first kiss, that's for sure.
You then pulled away. Far too quickly. All that suave confidence from a moment before had transformed into a sheepish grin.
"Sorry about that. Taking it slow, right? Better leave it there."
Damn that silly agreement. No, I did not want to take it slow. Not in that moment. But a little lightheaded I nodded and returned your smile, we kissed briefly, and you were on your merry way walking down the street.
I had closed the door and my eyes, remembering the feeling of your thumb on my tummy and your tongue in my mouth. Right there I slid my hand down into my panties and confirmed what I already knew: Hot, damp and frustrated.
Since then we've opted to hang out at each other's places rather than going out. The pattern has become familiar: we cook together, eat, then watch a movie and snuggle. I used my old tummy ache trick and belly rubs became a regular part of snuggle time. Now as soon as the movie goes on your warm hands are sliding under my shirt.
It's so cute the way you try to act so casually about it, as if you haven't cleaned up the kitchen in a whirlwind in order to get to the couch as fast as you can.
At first it was just some pretty standard belly rubs. Calm, soothing. What you'd expect for a tummy ache. Don't get me wrong: I was in heaven. But it felt too little, too teasy.
After that first night I had come home so pent up with heated frustration that I had to take a few really deep, calming breaths. Which of course made my belly extend and stretch. I groaned and cursed, but decided to stay frustrated. I liked the idea of denying myself a good time. I hoped that you were thinking about it too and touching yourself. God, that turned me on.
After a few nights like this, the tummy ache rubs changed. I was laying against your chest in our normal position, your arms around me, your hands both rubbing my belly gently under my shirt. I sat up a little to take a big drink of my milkshake. You slid your thumb into my navel and took a big handful of my belly, squishing it and shaking it as I drank deeply. I almost choked, it was so unexpected. I gulped and swallowed my mouthful and laughed awkwardly.
"Oops, sorry." You laughed into my ear. " I was just thinking about how that milkshake would be on its way to this full belly, making it even fuller." Your tone was light, but there was a quiet huskiness that I hadn't heard before. "I didn't mean to surprise you."
"No, no. It's okay." I said, trying to recover. Your thumb was still in my belly button, my lower belly pressing into your hand. Very deliberately, you squeezed again. Your other hand was grabbing the other side of my belly.
"I probably shouldn't be drinking a whole milkshake after I ate so much at dinner. You're right, it's making me even squishier. Does it feel fuller?"
Well, did that set you off. Two can play this game, I thought.
"W-what?" you said, your hands pausing. I was acutely aware of how you had tensed behind me.
"My...um, my belly." I said, shyly now. "Does it feel fuller?"
I turned the movie volume way down as I said this, then put the remote aside. In the same movement, I reached for my milkshake again, and took a few long, deep gulps.
"O-oh, right." You said. More huskiness in your voice. You squeezed and grabbed my belly as I drank, and I arched my back a little to push into your hands. It was lucky I was drinking because I don't think I could have held back moaning. Your hands just felt so damn good.
I finished the drink and sighed.
"Ahh. That was good. So? Fuller?" I asked, cheerfully. As if we were just playing a game. I had recovered from the initial surprise and had felt a kindling deep down inside me.
"Yeah, definitely fuller. Look at this -" You pulled me back down against your chest and lifted my shirt very slowly, exposing my belly for the first time. You peered down over my shoulder, both of us noticing the pink marks on my creamy skin where your fingers had poked and prodded me. It was the first time you had seen my belly and I felt blood rushing to my face, my cheeks burning. It was a mix of embarrassment and shame, which I always felt to some degree as a bigger sized person in an intimate moment, but also a heady excitement. It was hard to tell whether I was turned on more by you lifting up my shirt for your own pleasure and to see the result of our play, or because I was so into the humiliation of it. I couldn't help it; my breath hitched. We both watched for a moment as my belly jiggled, then rose up and down a little with my breathing.
"Is this okay?" You whispered in my ear. Your hands were beside us, not touching me.
"Yes!" I said, and the sharp exhale of air betrayed any sort of pretend I had built up.
Well, that was to be expected. I can't have my belly on display and the centre of attention and pretend that I'm not turned on.
"You like this. Don't you?" Your breath in my ear. It wasn't a question.
"I-" I stammered.
Suddenly your hands were all over my belly. Touching me all over with your fingertips, tracing patterns. Both of us watch as you discover, with a little spasm, a sensitive spot along the side. Your lips are on the back of my neck and I can feel your warm breath against my ear again, urgently: "You look so full, darling -" your voice was a little whiny on the pet name, a first for us - "and your belly feels so good!"
I couldn't help it. I moaned. Loudly. You jiggled and groped my belly firmly, and the milkshake inside felt a little sloshy.
All at once, it was too much. The shame and the humiliation of being into that overwhelmed me. I sat up as your hands fell away. My shirt dropped back down, covering me.
"Sorry. I mean, it's okay, it's great. Just, um. We can't do this. If we want to take it slow, I mean." I said, flustered, turning around to look at you. You were biting your lip, your eyes roving all over my body. The butterflies in my belly were fluttering wildly.
" I agree. It's best we stop. Because I don't think I'd be able to if we went further. " You grinned, that little mischievous smile that I love, and I couldn't help but smile back. The tension broke a little and we both laughed.
After that, we snuggled side by side and finished the movie, your hand holding mine. I couldn't focus on the screen. When it finished and we said goodnight, you were barely out of the driveway before I was in my room, under the covers, one hand already searching between my legs and the other touching my belly in all the same places you did.
There were a few visits after that where things went back to the regular pattern. It never went further than belly rubs. But now that wasn't nearly enough, and in some ways, it was worse. I could tell that it was tense for both of us, that we both wanted more.
One evening, during belly rubs, you asked casually if I could wear a crop top. You said you liked seeing more of me, and that if I was comfortable, you'd like to see it again. I felt how eager you were, how badly you wanted it. How you had clearly practiced to make the request feel spontaneous.
"Really?" I had asked, shy.
"Yeah, of course. Just around here though. Or my place, you know. Not out and about." You winked. "Just for me."
And how could I say no to that?
So I found myself for the first time in my life with a whole range of crop tops spread out on my bed, trying to decide which one you'd like on me the most, the shopping bag discarded on the floor.
By the time you arrived I was in one that was slightly longer than the others, but even so I felt horribly exposed. I was excited at my belly being on display and such easy access for you, and was already feeling a little flustered after trying on different tops, each of them making me feel sexier than the last. Once I made my decision, I laid down and fantasized about your hands grabbing and touching my poor exposed tummy, helpless to prevent it. I slid my finger into my belly button, eyes closed, my hips thrusting up and down a little into the air.
I was startled out of my daydreams by your knock. I blushed and quickly got up, adjusting the crop once more.
When I opened the door your charming smile vanished. Your eyebrows flew upwards and your jaw dropped slightly, and your eyes widened as you took it in.
You were shocked. I knew you didn't expect me to already be wearing one. I shimmied a little and rolled my hips like a belly dancer. It wasn't hard to imagine a little golden chain clasped around my waist. I had practiced this move just for this moment. I smiled and then bit my lip, blushing.
"Wow. Oh. You look incredible," You said in a tight, strained voice. I wrapped my arms around your neck, pressing close. You dropped your bag, leaned in and kissed me deeply, your tongue sliding into my mouth. I moaned quietly and, in response, you pushed me against the wall, hard. I gasped, then moaned again, trying to stay quiet as you held my hands above my head, pinning me. You were clearly already worked up, just as I was. Suddenly, your hands dropped to your side and you stepped back, both of us panting.
"God, I'm so sorry. You can't just spring this on me. I can't control - I mean. I thought I wanted you to wear this, but" You were trying to compose yourself, to explain. You were on the brink of losing control. I realised with shock that all of that teasing over the last few weeks had affected you far more than you let on.
I was feeling dangerous. I pulled you back, kissing you deeply. I moved us so you were against the wall, my hands roaming over your clothes in a way they never had before. Your hands were clenched into fists by your side, and you were shaking. I pressed myself against you, feeling how tense you were. Your lips were so soft.
"You want to touch my belly, don't you?" I challenged.
Immediately I feel your hips jerk against me involuntarily.
"Don't do that. Please. We can't. I won't be able to stop." you said tightly. Your hands stayed by your sides, but the lust in your eyes was undeniable.
"Okay. I'll stop." I said. I stepped back, and as you looked back at me, I rolled my belly again, jiggling.
"Jesus Christ." You said through gritted teeth. "I have to go. If I stay, I'll- I'll do something-" You said, but made no effort to leave.
I walked to the front door and opened it, then walked away and into my bedroom, giving you the choice.
I closed my eyes. I heard the door close. Then, silence.
Footsteps. Shaky breathing at the end of the bed. I bit my lip, keeping my eyes closed.
I felt the mattress sink slightly, then suddenly you were kissing me, kissing me fiercely, both of us desperate.
You kissed down my neck and then moved straight to my belly. You slapped it, firmly, a bright red mark appearing as we watched my chubby rolls bounce.
Then you were kissing it. Slowly at first, exploring, savouring. Every now and then you would squeeze, slap and pinch my rolIs.
"I want you to get so full for me." You growled. "So round, and full, then let me play as much as I like. I want you to eat as much as you can, take it all." You pulled my pants down a little, exposing the rest of my tummy.
"Yes, yes, please. I want that too. I'll get so big for you." I said, suddenly shy again.
"That's it. You're such a good girl. I want you to behave for me, okay?" You said, coming back to kiss me.
I slid my hands under your shirt, touching you for the first time. You groaned, almost painfully, into my neck.
"Oh god, it's been so long," You whispered. I explored your belly a little, touching, teasing. Your muscles, neglected and touch starved, jumped at my touch. Your hips started to thrust very subtly against me, against my lower belly. I moved higher to your nipples and rubbed them in light circles, feeling them firm up under my attention.
"Oh, wow." You moaned, pulling up a little.
"Is this okay?" I asked, rubbing them firmer.
"Yeah, god yeah, pinch them."
"Pinch your nipples, baby?"
"Yes, please."
"Like this?"
Your nipples were hard and sensitive after my teasing. As I pinched them your hand grabbed my belly, squeezing harder than ever before. I gasped a little at the force, biting my lip. You moved down and demanded me to arch my back for you. Feeling the butterflies again at being told what to do, I arched my back, stretching. I felt your mouth on my creamy belly, soft and soothing on all the places you had pinched or grabbed.
You concentrated closer and closer to my belly button in slow, teasing circles, until you were circling the rim. I was shaking in anticipation. The weeks of frustration and denial were all coming to a head.
"Wait." I gasped.
You stopped, looking up at me, desperate to keep going.
"My...belly button..." I blushed just saying it, feeling humiliated and horny both at once. "It's my most...um, sensitive..." I stammered.
"Where it feels the best?" You asked, circling the rim now with your finger.
I nodded quickly, my breath catching.
"In this tight little tummy hole? right down in there?" You teased, threatening to put your finger in.
I nodded again, sucking in my belly a little, trying to escape the teasing.
"Oh, no, no. Don't try to get away from me. Don't you move this belly. Absolutely not. We'll have to open up this belly button wide. So I can get all the way down deep. You're going to take it for me, aren't you?" You chuckled, kissing my belly in between sentences. My breath quickened, and I nodded, unable to speak.
"Good girl. Here we go. Ready?" You said. Using your fingertips, you spread my belly button open. I whimpered and closed my eyes, arching my back again.
"Good." You praised gently.
I felt the hot, determined pressure of your tongue slide into my belly button, and I jumped, startled at how it pierced me, a deep ache building inside me. My fingers tangled in your hair, holding you there, waves of pleasure rolling over me as you penetrated my sensitive little navel.
"Oh god," I whimpered. You had found the little knot at the base, licking and flicking. Moaning louder, I felt a warmth gushing from between my legs.
Then I felt your tongue pushing deeply. The wet sounds of your mouth were sending me into overdrive. You lifted my shirt and played with my nipples, just as I had done to you.
"Oh please, more, more, I need it, please" I begged. I was thrusting and trying to pull off my pants and panties. You realised and helped me take them off, pausing to admire the soft curls between my legs.
"Damn, you're gorgeous. Oh my! you're so wet!" You said, kissing my thighs softly. "And you smell so fucking good."
I blushed, embarrassed, and covered my face with my hands. "Stop it," I said, laughing.
"Aw, are you shy?" You asked, kissing my thighs again, grinning.
I pouted a little and we laughed, and I took a few deep breaths. You slid your finger back into my belly button, using your nail to scratch my knot.
"Ohhhh." I sighed, lifting my hips. "I want you inside me."
"Oh, fuck." You said. "I'm going inside, baby."
I felt your finger slide gently inside me, letting me get used to the size. After a few moments, you slid another in, and I felt myself starting to throb. Too slowly, you pushed in and out.
"Please," I whispered, lifting my hips.
Adjusting to the new angle, you pushed inside me deeply.
"Oh!" I cried, grabbing the sheets. "That's it. yes, yes. Right there."
"Damn, that's so hot. You feel so good around me." You moaned, speeding up.
I felt you slide your other hand up my thigh and over my hip, back up to my tummy. I realised you were going to push into my belly button at the same time as you were fucking me. My eyes flew open and I looked at you, hot and flustered, and I felt myself tightening around your fingers.
"Good girl, good girl, take it." You soothed, keeping a steady pace. Your finger pushed deep into my navel and matched the thrusts in my pussy.
An explosion of pleasure washed over me, the pressure building.
"Faster, faster." I begged. You sped up, both of us breathing fast.
"Oh fuck. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum!"
"Yes! Cum for me, darling. Come while I fuck your pussy and your belly button."
And then I was there. I felt a deep pulsing inside my lower belly, and from there the pleasure reached its peak. You thrust hard and deep inside me, and I clenched around you. At the last few moments, you withdrew from my navel and pushed gently just above my pussy, increasing the pressure deep inside.
I bucked my hips, grunting, weeks of frustration all finally exploding powerfully.
"I'm cumming!" I cried, the peak surging through my entire body.
For a few moments, I rode out the orgasm, breathing rapidly. You stopped thrusting, and once I was still, gently withdrew.
"Wow." You said, kissing my hot forehead. "That was amazing. Are you okay?"
"I'm...I don't even know." I laughed tiredly. "That may have been the best orgasm of my life. "
"Well, you deserved it. Thank you for letting me give that to you." You chuckled.
"Well, don't thank me yet. It's your turn now." I said, kissing you. "This is just the beginning."
