Wild Thing In The Woods

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[wildthinginthewoods]

About

early 30s

trans rights 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈, BLM, end genocide, and all that jazz

just, like, be kind to one another

writer (also on AO3, same name)

really just here to write and read; no interest in being involved irl

no AI

generally like fairly realistic stuffing/inflation, more-so writing but also art/irl. mainly interested in the eating/filling/becoming stuffed process part

if I don’t like something, I’ll just go look at something else

feel free to holler if you like something

i think that’s it

uhhhhh

go find some fun wamajama in your life 👍

[cannibalfat]

i sincerely believe stomachs are the most erotic part of the body. yes even surpassing the genitalia.

[batsforfats]

It didn’t look like that much...

You never could figure out how to measure the right amount of pasta. Shaking a random amount into the bubbling pot of water had always turned out ok for the most part, especially since you always erred on the generous side. So what if there was a little more left in the bowl when you were full? A few more bites never hurt. Until now…

You didn’t mean to make the whole box, it just poured out so quickly. And all those snacks while waiting for the water to boil didn’t seem to make a dent in your hunger, not until you were done shoveling all of that creamy, carb-laden goodness into your mouth to sate your greedy belly. You were so hungry, you ate so fast, there was no chance you’d register the warning twinges of fullness from your ballooning belly as you devoured bite after bite. Only when your fork scraped the bottom of the bowl did you realize what you’d done. Suddenly you couldn’t ignore the weight like a bowling ball sitting in your lap and stretching the soft skin on your sides. Your shirt had ridden up, the button of your jeans was hanging on for dear life, and every breath made you feel like you’d burst.

And now you’re slumped in a kitchen chair, moaning and whimpering, cradling your tight, swollen belly, already thinking about dessert.

[fattythirst]

You did so good, baby, ordering all of these things. And I know you say you’re already full. So beautiful… so round. What a beautiful gut you’ve made, all stuffed and fattened up, soft, round thing.

Run your hand over it. Feel it, baby. Good. Doesn’t that feel good? The way you’re all stretched and heavy.

Yeah? You’re full? You’re sure? We’ll see.

Push a little for me, baby. Feel that hand sinking in? Yeah? Can you say yes for me, baby.

Good. Good boy. See? You can still talk. Do you know what that means, baby.

Mh… that means you still got space, doesn’t it? Yes it does. Yes. Say that there’s still space. Say it.

Good boy. Beautiful. You’re doing so good, baby. So well. Been filling up this gut. It’s such a hard task, isn’t it? But it’s right, what you said. That there’s still space. You said that. You feel that.

It’s okay. We’re in this together, aren’t we? You got this. We got this. We’ll get you all good and as full as you need to be. You need to be full, don’t you?

Good boy. That’s right. You’re right.

You know what to do, then. What you need to do. Spread those legs some more. Recline if you need to - it’s alright, if you need more space. I know. If you need to lay down, that’s alright. I need you to be comfortable, baby. In whatever way you can.

All good? Good.

Take your food, baby. You don’t need to worry about anything else. I got you. Go on. Eat up.

In your mouth.

That’s right, baby. Good. Chew. Mh. Tastes good, doesn’t it? That’s nice. Swallow.

Good. Breathe. There you go. See? You got this. Just a little more.

Take some more. There you are. There’s my man. Good. Open mouth… chew. Good boy. You got this. Swallow.

Feels pretty tight, doesn’t it? That’s good. Keep going, baby. You got this.

Eat. Swallow. Good.

Good.

Good boy.

We got this. Together. Just a little more and we’re all done. Swallow for me, baby.

Well done. Eat.

Beautiful. You’re so hot. So fucking hot, all round and pathetic. Wheezing. Good job, baby.

Eat, eat for me.

I got you.

There you are, darling. Eat.

I love you. You’re so good to me. Eating your fill so well. My beautiful man. Mine.

Eat, baby.

You’re gorgeous, just like this. Whining. Panting. Heavy breathing.

Eat.

Fucking beautiful, love. Pushed so far. Can’t be undone any more. My gorgeous goner at this point. Glutted out of your mind.

Good boy. Eat, love.

You’ll digest, right here in my arms, love. Make all of this… into more of you. Stretch out. Make yourself fatter.

Eat, baby.

Stretch your capacity more. Fatter, needier.

Eat.

It’s okay, love. Relax.

My precious glutton. My darling. My gorgeous big guy. My love. My adorable gem of a man.

Eat.

Eat until you stretch up, stretch out, again and again. For me. For you. Like you need to be. Like your stomach needs to be.

Good boy.

[mawltliquor]

prequel of the other one where hes tied. this is what led to that 💖

[fatbelly19-deactivated20240617]

Moaning boyfriend in bed is still hungry….

[wildthinginthewoods]

Staying Warm

Your toes are freezing. You huff and scrunch them inside your wool slippers as you shiver in your bundle of blankets. The house is frigid around you, any residual heat draining quickly the longer your power stays dead. It's the middle of the night and the snow is still falling thickly outside; there's no chance of anyone who could fix it making it to you tonight. The tea kettle starts wailing; at least you have gas to the stove still. Into your favorite mug goes a bag of your favorite tea and a pile of sugar.

Freezing, you drink as soon as it cools enough to pass over your tongue. It splashes into your belly with a comforting warmth, you quickly drain the mug with large sips - enjoying the heat that falls through your throat and into your belly. The tea warms you, but you still shake in the cold. Your fingers start numbing again as the heat fades from the mug all too soon. You fill your mug again, refilling the kettle to its maximum and pulling out your largest mug while you wait for the teabag to steep. By the time the kettle boils, you're breathing out the faintest burp after finishing your second mug. The heat stays only momentairily longer, and only leaves you desperate for more relief.

You take long sips of your third cup as you ponder your situation. Standing in the kitchen is cold, and not fun. There's just enough room in your already roaring fireplace to fit a soup pot next to the fire without touching it, but keeping the pot warm. Tight, but it would fit. You could keep drinking all night if you wanted, warmed by fire and drink. Soon, the pot boils on the stove, full of hot chocolate, and your mug is empty. Your stomach sloshes gently as you walk, three cups of tea warming you gently as you move your things to the fire. You're cold again before you're done.

Your mug is full and the pot rests within reach by the flames. Blankets piles around you in a fort, leaving a warming cavern beneath. You place your hand on your belly as you drink your fourth cup, this time a new tea. There's a gentle bulge and a faint heat, and its contents slosh as your fingers sink deeper for warmth. Your skin molds around you fingers, warming them better than the mug. You're chugging by the end, needy for more warmth. The tea runs into you, heat growing in your belly. You're no longer shaking, but you're far from the toasty comfort you crave. You blech, clutching a full stomach that offers your hands a new warm bump to hold. But the rest of you is still too cold. So, so cold.

You fill your mug from the ladle in the pot and start drinking desperately. Your body continues to fill with heat as your stomach fills. Its not used to being this full, contents sloshing audibly with every mouthful that splashes down, but the warmth is intoxicating. Being finally warm is worth being full, being overfull, being so full of warm, hot, boiling hot chocolate. It's no longer so squishing five cups in, but it pushes out hot and heavy and feels so good in your free hand.

You moan loudly six cups in, your belly a space heater in the blankets. Panting means you suck in more cold air, but you're no longer thinking straight enough to slow down to breathe. Some part of you registers that you've drunk the equivalent of a two liter by now, but all your hands want to do is rub the bloated form that now shows beneath your flannel top. You've never been one to overindudge before, but the contrast between cold outside and hot inside is hedonistic. The seventh cup is filled eagerly, despite the complaints begging to grow from your stomach. It's walls stretch around the sweet liquid, but tight and thin and unhappy.

The seventh cup is slow. Each sip asks your stomach to accept more, stretch more, heat up more. It's so tight inside you, aching with two and a half liters, bulging from your skin. Your skin is hot with drink and stretch now, and you can touch the curves of the bloated organ beneath. But the warmth is so, so good and you need it so badly, and you keep begging your mouth for more.

Sips of the eighth cup hurt now, belly hanging round and protesting. You force each down, clinging to your distended form. It no longer sloshes with your shuddered gulping, too overfull with sickly sweet drink. Both your hands are needed to hold it now, sips sitting in your mouth while your hands move from mug to belly to clutch it like a heating pad. You've shucked your top, too warm now for it, deliciously warm. The skin over the clear shape of your stomach is red and fire hot. The pain fades into the heat.

Hot chocolate feels like it sits in your throat too long now, refusing to enter without force. It keeps coming anyway, and your stomach grows tigher and hotter, tighter and hotter, too tight and too hot, and eight cups are inside you. You are little more than a squealing tea pot, boiling inside and full to the brim. Moaning and panting with what little lung space you have left, you drift into a toasty sleep. Curled around the hot water bag of your own creation, your distended belly finally keeps the cold at bay.

[sodadenaranjaja]

Nu-uh

[chubbymilkshake]

WOE, ANCIENT EGYPTIANᶦˢʰ FEEDIST YURI BE UPON YE

(part 1/4)

[starznspsrkz]

AND IT’S YURI ⁉️⁉️

[tumtorture]

CW: Near bursting

The Fairy’s Punishment, Part 2

The fairy stretched his gossamer wings beneath the overturned drinking glass. His prison. He knew the wizard would come indoors soon, having finished slopping his pigs and working in his garden.

His stomach snarled as he wondered what today would bring. He clamped a hand over his growling stomach. For four days, the wizard had tied him against the wall and stuffed him with blueberry pie until he thought his poor tummy couldn’t possibly hold any more. Until his stomach ached more than he could take.

Afterward, the wizard spelled the food away, leaving him bruised and hollow. For the past two days, the wizard hadn’t fed him at all. Fairies were so small they needed to eat multiple small meals a day to have enough energy to fly. Although about the height of a standing rat, they were slender things who burned up food quickly.

The fairy’s stomach growled ferociously. His stomach twisted with hunger. He could no longer stand up waiting for the wizard to come into the kitchen to decide his fate. Faint, he drifted down to the kitchen counter and sat cross-legged.

No sooner had he sat down, than the kitchen door opened and the wizard entered. Perhaps the wizard would think he had been punished enough for stealing his blueberry pie? Perhaps he was tired of him and would let him go?

The wizard placed a small cloth bag on the counter next to the glass the fairy sat in. “Are you ready to eat now?”

“Please. I’m very hungry. But—”

“But?”

Did he dare say it? “Not so much this time, please. If—if—you don’t mind.”

The wizard shrugged. “I brought you some seeds.”

The fairy’s eyes widened. “I love seeds.” He eyed the little bag. It was much smaller than a pie.

The wizard poured some small black seeds out on the counter. “If I let you eat these yourself, will you stay put?”

He didn’t trust the wizard’s cruel magic to be gentle if he tried to get away. “Yes.”

The wizard lifted the glass from the counter and freed the fairy. The fairy ran to the seeds. Honestly, even if he weren’t scared of the wizard, he would have not tried to leave without feasting on the seeds. He picked one up and examined it. He had never seen its like before. It tasted sweet and delicious. He nibbled the first, but after that he crammed them in his mouth two or three at a time.

They tasted so good and he was sooo hungry. Once he had eaten every single seed from the countertop, he rubbed his full stomach with satisfaction.

“What did you think about those?”

“They were splendid! Thank you.”

“Would you like some more?”

The fairy rubbed his hand up and down his stomach, thinking. He was comfortably full now, but he had missed so many meals and the seeds were so good…. “Definitely!”

“Eat them all.” The wizard poured out more seeds.

This pile was bigger than the last. That didn’t matter. He would eat them all. Happily. Once he had devoured half of it, however, his stomach began to feel tight and heavy. He rubbed a circle around his tummy to make more room and found it was a big, hard bulge. He massaged his stomach until a burp popped out, then returned to eating the delicious seeds.

Eventually, he finished the last one. His tummy had fully rounded out. Not a bulge anymore, but a large marble. A dull ache had entered it. He had eaten too many seeds.

“Your mouth must be parched,” said the wizard. “Have some water.” He gave the fairy a thimble-sized cup.

The fairy was, indeed, parched. Despite his fullness, he drained the cup.

The wizard poured out the remainder of the bag. “Eat the rest of this and I’ll let you go.”

This pile was even bigger than the last. His stomach winced as he looked at the seeds. He wouldn’t have had so much water if he had known about this. Still, he missed his home. “Deal.”

He tried to eat as fast as he could, but his stomach started cramping. He had to slow down not quite halfway through. Doggedly, he pressed onward. His belly swelled twice the size it had been before he started. He clutched it as another cramp rippled through him, his face squinching up into a mask of pain.

He had thought this would be so much easier than the blueberry pie. Somehow, it seemed worse. He thought he could feel his tummy growing as he ate, even when he stopped between bites. His poor tummy ached terribly. He tried to quiet a cramp by pressing his hand against it. He felt his stomach stretch! He could actually feel it beneath his hand.

It was a large round globe sticking out from his slender body. It hurt all over. This is the worst tummy ache, he thought. He hadn’t expected the innocuous seeds to give him such a bad belly ache.

With a determined grimace, he attacked the seeds, trying to forget the terrible pain in his stomach. His intestines writhed within in him, fighting desperately to digest the seeds. His stomach swelled even more as he ate. When an especially powerful wave of pain hit him, he doubled over with a moan.

He looked down, and his poor tummy was huge now. He hadn’t noticed with all of his determined eating. It was easily just as large as when the wizard fed him blueberry pie—a round, full, bloated belly the size of a chicken egg. He didn’t know how he was going to fly like that.

He looked at the seeds miserably. He wanted freedom, but his still swelling stomach was in agony. How much bigger would it get?

He steadied himself. He would walk home if he had to. He lifted three seeds to his mouth and tossed them down. By the time he had almost finished the pile, his stomach looked like a goose egg. The skin was pulled so tight, it blushed. His arms couldn’t get around it to cradle it. Waves of pain spread through his entire, absurdly distended stomach. It was so tight, so hard. He rubbed his sides, wishing he could hold the middle of his aching belly. “Ohhh, my tummy hurts.” His distended belly groaned in response. His belly button popped out.

“Let me help you with the rest.”

Reluctantly, the fairy opened his mouth as the wizard spooned in the rest of the seeds. When, at last, all of the seeds were gone, the fairy held as much of his oversized stomach as he could. It gurgled loudly and quaked under his hands. “I feel like I’m going to burst,” he said, his voice fraught with pain.

“Well, let’s see.” He poked the fairy just above his pushed out bellybutton.

The fairy gave a strangled cry as pain exploded through his already aching belly.

“Hmmm.” The wizard took the fairy’s overindulged stomach between his thumb and forefinger and pressed as if testing a grape for ripeness.

The fairy screamed. The pressure on his distended stomach created unimaginable agony. “Please. Please don’t. I have such a bad tummy ache. My poor tummy can’t take anymore.”

“Humph. I don’t know about that.” He thumped the fairy in the lower belly.

“Oof!” The fairy fell backward, his aching, throbbing stomach like a great dome rising from his body. His abused belly shuddered and groaned. “I’m too full,” he panted. “I’m going to pop.”

The wizard bounced a finger on his prone tummy, causing ripples of pain to radiate through it. “I don’t think so. I think you’re going to be fine, for now.” He placed the drinking glass over the fairy.

“You said you’d let me go. Remember?” He didn’t know how he would leave, but he would drag himself out if need be.

“You broke the deal. I’m keeping you here.”

“What?! No! I ate all of the seeds—every last one!”

“You negated the deal when you asked for my help.” He laughed.

Somehow, the fairy’s stomach swelled more. He could do nothing but moan. The tight skin had reddened around his navel and created a blush over the top of his belly.

The wizard leaned over to peer at him. “You’re getting so big.”

“I don’t know what’s happening. My tummy just keeps swelling up more and more. It’s already so tight. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“You’d better hope it can take much more. Those are magical seeds. When eaten or soaked, they swell up to ten times their size.”

“No! No! Please, you have to help me! You—you won’t be able to have fun feeding me if I burst!” As he spoke, his intestines chugged and writhed, too full of seeds to digest anything. He was absolutely stuffed with seeds. Swelling seeds, making his stomach puff out to grotesque dimensions.

The wizard smiled at him. “I have an errand to run. If you’re still alive when I return, I’ll take the seeds away and we can have some more fun.” He walked out the door to the outside.

“No! Wait!” he called to the wizard’s back. “You can’t leave me like this!” Tears slid down the fairy’s face as he lay trapped under his huge, aching belly. It stretched more, rising like bread dough in an oven. His skin felt impossibly tight. A new groan erupted from his gurgling tummy. As the swelling continued, his tummy began to creak.

[regular-brick]

We all want what we can't have

[lesbianoms]

Cute girl with a slim frame and a tight, rounded full belly poking out from under her shirt. As she squirms, she can feel how her insides are bubbling with the gurgled remains of food and trapped air that’s just begging to be let out.

A slew of noisy, overstuffed groans fill her ears as she lies down, tentatively poking her grumbly belly. It’s firm now, hard as a rock. Every low gurgle indicates that the half-digested food and gas is settling deeper into her guts, and she whimpers in pain.

She tries massaging her tum so that something can loosen up in there; a meaty belch to relieve the pressure— or perhaps the sensation of something moving along through her intestines. But all she manages to stir from the oversized organ are a few pathetic hiccups.

She whines, resigned to her fate. All she can do is sit there and stroke her poor bloated middle, hoping for some relief…

[whys-fatart]

Y’all seem to really like Sebby over here, heres a comp of some sketches I did early this year :3

(Fic below these)

So i accidentally wrote and fic under this so enjoy!

A BIG synopsis of my head cannon here is he’s always had a problem either his weight and self esteem issues. Led him to wearing large clothing, sweat shirts and not going outside much. But all changed when he met Farmer (Liv). She met him when he was out by his lake, asking to join him while she fished.

“Aren’t we all like skipping rocks over the water, eventually were all gonna sink”

“It isn’t about the sinking part, its about the skip”

“What do you mean?”

And the conversation lasted hours…

Afterward when it got dark, she ends up invited him over to cook to his she caught for both of them, well he ended up eating most of it.

Weeks go by and they get into the habit of meeting at their spot and having dinner. Sebastian hadn’t noticed any changes to himself compared to how he used to be.. just life seemed more… tolerable? Even if his waist band started to feel tighter.

Eventually they started hanging out with Sebby’s friends, Sam and Abiand getting close with all of them. As they were walking back home…

“Hey, wanna come hang at my room for a bit?”

Farmer smiled and agreed ofc, it was a wonderful night but as Sebby took off his hoodie, farmer caught a glimpse of his overhang, framed but the lifted brim of his shirt. Her face turned flush as she turned away.

What was that?

She didn’t think much as the night went on, playing video games and watching a movie.

Things moved forward fairly quickly after that, first kiss, dates and all that comes with… but all this eating and lounging was not doing well on Sebby’s psyche. On one hand, he’s the happiest hes ever been in his life, on the other hand… hes the heaviest. He stomach now comfortably hugged by his used to be oversized t’shirts, none of his skinny jeans fit and worst, his hoodies can’t even hide his tummy.

He stares in the mirror at himself.

How can she love me like this, I’m huge.

They had a date planned that evening with of course, her fabulous cooking. And OF COURSE it was his favorite, pumpkin soup.

He arrived at her place layered in a sweater and jacket over the top. She offered to hang it up but he declined, saying he’s got chills.

I thought he liked the winter cold?

They had dinner, Seb tried to atleast hold back alittle but fully gave into his comfort food and had two large bowls which left him sloshy and sluggish. He could feel his belly tight against the brim of his sweat pants and quickly adjusts it under his overhang when felt so relieving.

“Are you still hungry? There’s plenty left”

“No, no, that was so good honey but I’m full” how is she still offering me more after I just ate so much so fast it could have been mistaken as a competition.

He helped her clean up and wasted no time sprawling out on the couch. Liv close to follow grabbing the remote and at the end of the couch to prep for laying is what ever couch space is left after Sebby took up like 90% of it.

“Interstellar?”

“Yeah~”

Liv had already seen like 20 times but her focus was never gonna be on the movie.

As Sebby laid back, his left arm over his head to rest against which sequentially lifted his shirt. A alittle revealing his happy trail, plush and rising over waist band. Her face flush, she caught herself watching as it lifted and lowered with every one of his breaths.

Sebby felt a-little colder then hes used to on the couch and realized it directly corilated to Liv laying next to him. He looks up to see her staring, looking at his gut then once she meets his eyes, turns away.

A wave of pure distress washes over Seb, he blood tuns cold.

She just found out I’ve gotten fat

He quickly moved his sweater down to cover and leans up slightly.

“Hey hey whats wrong” in and extremely shaky voice just teetering on an edge waiting for her to land a heavy blow to his self worth.

“You just… you just look so hot right now.. I cant take it” saying this completely facing away from him, she would explode looking at him.

His gaze freezes in place looking at her, the silhouette of hands over her face.

“Are you serious?” In the softest tone he could muster, he was so everywhere in emotion, he couldn’t decide on which to focus on.

She turns around and nods, trying to keep her focus on his face and not his plump pecs pressing against the sweater.

“But… even with all this fat? ” his face tilting more to sadness as he looks down and grabs the side on his belly through the sweater.

For liv, this was like a dam bursting, she couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Sweety…You’ve been getting hotter the fat you’ve gotten”

They both cover there mouth in unison.

“I can’t believe i just said that.” Said live is a soft tone.

“Me neither” Sebby also said matching her tone.

There was a very pregnant pause between them.

Sebby had to break the tense, he couldnt keep tell how embarrassed and horney his poor girlfriend was. He had to help.

“Wanna touch it”

He lifted his sweater a but revealing his so much soft belly then the last time she saw it a few months ago.

“Oh Sebby” she said in the most yearning voices

“Just be gentle, im so stuffed right now” as he leaned back and adjusted his seating, even looking alittle fatter with the way he arched his back slightly

“Of course baby, I’ll take good care of you”she couldn’t even finish her sentence before moving in front of him with his legs behind her.

She took her time moving up his shirt further, display more of her love on him. The upper belly clearly distended from all the soup and churning from and heavy cream she used in the recipe.

She began with sliding his hands to the side of his body, feeling the softness of his fat and the heaviness of his gut. Making small circles, large circles, some grabs slight giggles. All this while Sebby is a mix of fearfully on edge do to the strangeness of this but immensely inthralled with her warm silky hands messaging his dinner. He let out a strand burp which made his belly tense for a second which sent Liv a wave of heat through her body and down to her crotch.

She was trying to seem calm but he legs started to gently gitter which Sebby mistook for her being cold. He leaned up and grabbed the blanket on the top rim of the couch and gently threw it around the back on her and pulled her in with it.

“Lets cuddle” which she nodded too, not up for making to many decisions now with how overwhelmed she was.

She slid between the sliver on couch left between Sebbys side and love handles. Since the gate had been broken, he hand mysteriously found itself under the softness of his underbelly, cupping it in her hand.

“So this is gonna be the new normal now huh?”

“If you don’t want me to I can stop.” As he hand slightly lets go, she feels a large even warmer hand stop hers and move it back to its postion.

“No no, you feel really nice”

Having something he’s despised for so long be worshipped was like a drug to him. Seeing her reactions and nervousness about what she enjoyed… he couldn’t help but relate and want to make her happier.

-fin (for now)

Damn this became a novel, i was having to much fun. Lmk if y’all would want a fic of them :3

[feedee-aj]

Before and after my Thanksgiving stuffing. Loved the feeling of my belt digging into my skin and the heft of my bloated belly spilling out of my jeans. Trying to hide my massive food baby from my entire family while waddling back for my 4th piece of pie….

[roundmuse]

how badly do you need to be stuffed right now? how stuffed are you already? Obviously not stuffed enough. I bet you’re reaching for more food already, you can’t resist that uncomfortably tight feeling. you need to have your belly so tight it feels like a beach ball, it definitely looks like one. you’ll look pregnant if you keep eating like this. you definitely need to eat more. you’re not full if you can bend over, move, or take a deep breath. there’s more room in there still. you’re going to look like you swallowed a yoga ball but you’re not even close to round enough yet. you need to be the roundest and heaviest ever. you need to eat more. you think you’re done? you know you still need to get tighter. chug a drink so that it fills up all the space and rounds you out more, you know there’s still space. if you’re still able to reach around your belly to massage that tight fullness away, you need to eat more. more than that. it needs to be tighter and rounder and fuller, so taut that you can feel the stretch every time you breathe. your belly should be so heavy you can’t get up, and so big you can’t even think about leaning forward or do anything except rubbing your tight gut and groaning. how are you feeling now? i think you can do more.

[feedmeforever]

Right now, I need to be stuffed.

It's gone past wanting.

I need to gorge myself with everything in sight, insatiable, getting fuller and fuller by the minute. I need to feel myself filling up inside, feel the weight and pressure building inside my gut. I need that sensation of eating and eating and eating until I feel my belly bulging outwards. I need to cram delicious food in my face while my middle swells bigger and bigger, popping my buttons and filling my lap.

I need to be horribly overfed, sprawled out in my chair, my belly packed drum tight with everything I've forced into it. I need to be swollen and tight, and so unbelievably bloated that my poor stomach doesn't have a bit of give left. I need the pressure inside my stomach to be immense and heavy.

And then I need to be tempted by something irresistable. I need to be compelled to keep going. To keep glutting myself, despite feeling that I have no room left. I need the feeling of slowly shoving bite after bite into my overloaded gut, unable to do anything but groan, eat, and feel so, so full.

I need to indulge until I have no choice but to stop. I need to be pinned to my bed by my heavy stomach, unable to move under the weight of my gluttony. I need to be seconds away from bursting, having only stopped eating once my belly is threatening to pop like a balloon if I so much as take a deep breath, let alone another bite.

I need to lie back in bliss, packed solid and filled to the limit, rubbing my firm, tight belly, groaning from fullness, filled with excitement and pride with the immense meal I've had.

[marmalade-draws-bellies]

sometimes i crave a specific kinkiness