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The next morning Kaden wakes up to a massive delivery order from a nearby brunch place. Two hours later a bunch of pastries land at his door. Then several servings of lunch from the local Greek place. By the afternoon he’s panting and rubbing his swollen belly, full and heavy, and it takes him a few minutes to haul himself to his feet and shuffle to the door for the next delivery of 2 large pizzas and a large milkshake. He was beached after that, stomach too full and tender to heave himself back up. He video calls Val as soon as she gets off work so she can watch as he eats the final two slices, chugging the last of the milkshake and leaning back, panting open-mouthed and whining about how full he is. If he’d called earlier in the day this might have been an exaggeration, a little show he was putting on for her, but he’s well past the point of any pretense now. He rubs his belly, trying to relax the building ache, work out gas, convince the organ to settle. So full, so good. Val watches with enough heat in her gaze to start a wildfire, praising how much he ate, how far he pushed himself even without someone else there. She calls him greedy, gluttonous, and he moans again, moans louder. She asks him if he’d keep eating if he could, even now after a full day of nothing but meal after meal, and he nods, cradling his belly. His appetite hasn’t shut up. He’s still hungry, he wants more, God Val, how can I still be hungry?

When you first start to feel it. At a normal meal, you would have stopped eating by now. It isn't hard to keep going, but you're aware of the food travelling to your stomach, in a new way; stretching gently. Maybe your sides feel a little bit tight, or your waistband does. When you put a hand on your stomach, it feels denser, heavier. A pleasant overindulgence. You could stop, now, and drift into a thick, comfortable doze. Or– you could keep going.

You hit a point where the next bite's not so easy, anymore. You're thinking about swallowing, each time, instead of it happening automatically. Maybe you put your food down, for a moment, to catch your breath, and find it a little hard to pick it back up. Your belly doesn't just feel dense- it feels rounder, pushing out of its usual frame to spill into your hand, bulging out to accommodate your indulgence. The taste of food lingers in your mouth, at the back of your throat, even after you swallow. When you stand, your belly is a weight. It pulls at you, heavy, starting to get in the way when you move. Your body doesn't want you to keep going- you would have to do it by sheer force of will.

“There you go… that’s my good A.” B cooed as A chewed, then swallowed yet another mouthful, wiping the corners of A’s mouth with the spoon, then rubbing their belly with their free hand. A let out a somewhat strained burp, unceremoniously.

“Ooh, someone sounds full… and your tummy is so hard to the touch already…” B remarked, still rubbing A’s bloated middle. “Do you want to stop now?”

“Nah, there’s not that much left. I want to finish it all. I don’t care if I get a bit of a stomachache… I know you’ll take care of me.” A said, matter-of-factly. B just smiled and gave them a sweet, brief kiss on the lips.

“How could I not take care of my most precious treasure? OK, let’s try to finish it then. Open wide…”

A accepted the next bite. And the next, and the next, as their stomach grew tighter and tighter. Maybe it was just their imagination, but A could swear they felt it distend with each mouthful under their skin. And yet, as heavy as their stomach felt, their heart couldn’t feel lighter. A had never felt like they were special in the slightest, but B treated them like they were royalty. They didn’t think they had an inch left on their body that hadn’t been tenderly kissed or lovingly complimented. B made A feel beautiful. Precious.

And, of all their body parts, B loved A’s belly the most. They were fascinated by how it expanded and rounded out after the delicious meals they cooked for them. A loved to eat and B loved to see them eat. Their idea of a romantic evening would be B feeding A extravagant amounts of perfectly cooked homemade food. The more A managed to put away, the more praise and kisses and caresses from B they received. It made them feel like a decadent ruler from bygone times.

A finally swallowed the last bite, letting out another belch, much weaker than the previous one, right after. Their belly felt -and looked- like a dome, as if a balloon had been inflated under their skin. Proudly, they lifted their shirt so B could admire the results of their cooking. Seeing their beloved’s stomach stuffed tight with of enough food to comfortably feed a family of three made them bite their lips, then cup A’s face in their hands, peppering kisses all over their cheeks.

“You did it! I knew you‘d eat it all… you have such a good, hearty appetite…”

“It’s -hic- it’s easy when the food is so good.” A smiled. They felt as loved as they felt stuffed to the gills. “I’ll need a few more rubs for it all to settle down, though.”

“Of course, my love…” B started rubbing A’s belly again, tenderly but putting in just enough pressure to stimulate digestion. Their hands felt heavenly on A’s sensitive, distended stomach. They moaned in pleasure.

“This reminds me… would you like your reward for being so good and cleaning your plate as soon as you feel a little less full, or would you like to take a nap first?” B purred next to A’s ear, sending even more little shivers of pleasure down their spine.

Pbbbt thank you so much... 🥺 and sure!! That’s an adorable prompt, I’d love to!

Work had been hard on A. Their boss had been giving them trouble all morning, the workload had been huge and, to top it off, they had forgotten their lunch on the kitchen counter at home. Not that they had any time to go on a lunch break, anyway, with the amount of work they had been given. When it was time to go home, A felt tired, angry and, above all, very hungry. They decided, on a whim, to go all out and just get fast food at their favorite burger place. They hadn’t done it in a while and damn it, they deserved it today!

“Oof. Maybe I overdid it a little...”

A patted their stomach on the way to their car. They had eaten a much bigger order than they were used to. They were having a promotion where they supersized the orders with the purchase of a milkshake and A decided to take full advantage of it. After drinking all of it, and eating big double cheeseburger with bacon and a large order of curly fries, their belly felt fuller than they were comfortable with and their pants suddenly felt a bit too tight. As they drove, even the seat belt felt like it was pressing a bit too hard against it. Good thing they’d be alone for the rest of the night. The only thing they wanted at the moment was to take their pants off and relax.

To their surprise, all the lights of their house were on when they pulled into the driveway. As soon as A opened the door, they were pulled into a tight hug that almost forced out a burp out of them.

“B?” A said, looking at the happy face of their significant other. They hadn’t been living together for too long and A was still getting used to the new arrangement. “Weren’t you supposed to only come home tomorrow?”

“I thought so too! But my boss apparently got the schedule mixed up! So I thought I’d surprise you!” B said, giving A a peck on the lips.

“I’m surprised alright! Thought I was in for a lonely night.” A smiled.

“Heh, not anymore! I am a bit tired from the trip though, was thinking we could order take out and watch a movie together and just take it easy for tonight. Sounds good?”

A hesitated for a second. They were still pretty full from all that fast food, and the idea of eating even more on top of it wasn’t the most appealing thing in the world. But B was there and they were likely hungry, it would dampen the mood to just outright refuse to eat anything. They probably could make room for a little more... right?

“Yeah! Sounds great! I, uh... kinda had something to eat at work though, so I’ll just get something small for me.”

They had decided on Chinese. A loved Chinese food. Even if they were still very much digesting their previous meal, they couldn’t help but order the same as B did: a medium portion of fried rice and kung pao chicken. It was easy to mindlessly munch on it as they watched the movie at first, but as it went on A’s stomach seemed to have completely ran out of space. To make matters worse, it had visibly bulged out with the sheer amount of food inside it. They tried to rub it and let out a couple of discrete burps, but it was difficult, being as close to B as they were.

“B? Are you OK?” B suddenly asked A, pausing the movie.

“Huh? Of course! Why do you ask?”

“You’re just kinda... squirmy. Is the food not agreeing with you? Do you have a stomach ache?”

A sighed. Well, they had already noticed so there was no point hiding it anymore.

“The food is great, honest! My eyes were just... bigger than my stomach. Way bigger. With what I had eaten before, I’m seriously stuffed right now. My belly hurts a little.”

“Oh! Why didn’t you say something earlier?”

“Well, we were having such a good time together, I didn’t want to interrupt...”

“Nonsense! Come here...” B pulled A closer, lifting their shirt to get a look at their belly. A felt themselves blush. “Oh, you poor thing! Your pants are really cutting into your stomach, no wonder you’re so uncomfortable! Here, let me undo your button for you...”

With the extra space, A let their stomach relax. It looked even bigger like this, but B didn’t seem to mind.

“Here, lay your head on my lap, I’ll make you feel better.”

“O-okay...”

B started rubbing A’s belly gently. Their touch felt nice and warm, and A could feel the mass of food they had ingested shift a bit inside of them, but comfortably this time. They were so relaxed, they accidentally let out a considerably loud burp.

“Oh, shoot.” A put one hand in front of their mouth. “I’m so sorry...”

B giggled, running their hand through A’s hair affectionately.

“Aww, don’t worry about it! You have an upset tummy, let it out when you need to!” They said, kissing the top of their head softly.

A just smiled, sighing with contentment. They sure loved B, and it seemed that B loved them just as much. They watched the rest of the movie curled up together like that, B rubbing A’s stomach lovingly and A feeling less and less uncomfortably full and more and more ready to drift off into a well-deserved food coma.

The last thing on their mind before they finally fell asleep was how lucky they were.

it says so much, “I ate so much,” “I’ve had more than enough,” “it was so good,” “I enjoyed myself,” “I can feel how much I enjoyed it”

that we have this innocent little phrase to say “I’ve enjoyed so much of the food I need that it is more than enough and I can feel how full I am inside”

They set up their camp near the edge of the festival grounds, close enough for Julian and Maria to go back and forth. Personally, Emmett would’ve preferred to pitch the tent further away. But their little group didn’t pass through towns often these days, particularly not during harvest season, and he couldn’t deny his friends the chance to watch the villagers hold their contests and hear the storytellers perform their songs.

He couldn’t complain too much anyway. The village they’d found themselves in was located at the mouth of a great river, and as it turned out, this time of year was not so much harvest season for them as it was fishing season. He’d come back from his single trip to the festival grounds with a basdket full of bark-wrapped filets of fresh salmon, roasted on hot coals. The fish was hot and smoky and perfect, one of the most delicious things he’d ever tasted, and he was perfectly content to spend his evening lounging by the campfire, unwrapping filet after filter as he waited for his friends to return.

He ate warm, tender fish until he felt like his stomach would burst if he tried another swallow. Then he pulled his cloak around himself, leaned into the bundle of furs at his back, and closed his eyes to let himself digest.

I've successfully told several partners about this kink, and I've been pleasantly surprised each time. It's lovely to not need to keep this a secret from my husband, and it feels super amazing when he indulges me. My hope is that maybe this can help others let their partners know!

Half of it is building up the courage.

Know that if they are a good person, and a good person for you, they won't make fun of you or belittle you. Everyone has things that turn them on, and you are no different! There is nothing wrong with you.

Think of it from your perspective. If they told you about a kink they have, even if you didn't share it, would you shame them? Your reaction was likely "Of course not!!!" Unless they are human garbage, they're likely gonna be fine with it, even if they think it's a little weird.

Be OK with them not sharing your kink. A lot of kink stories have the characters sharing in the kink, but that isn't necessarily going to happen. If it DOES happen, that's fantastic!

Revealing the kink itself

CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT. If it makes them uncomfortable, triggers them, they tell you no, etc. DROP IT. A good green light to know if you're good to proceed is if they ask you more about it or say something like "that doesn't do it for me, but..." and indicate that they are OK with it otherwise.

It can be easier to do in a broader conversation about what pleases you both and turns you both on. Just dropping the kink on them can be jarring! Invite them to share their kinks as well. There's even an app out there called XConfessions where you both indicate kinks you have, and the app only shows you both the mutual kinks you have. However, this can open the door to y'all saying "Is there anything you want to try that we don't share?" Extend the grace you hope to receive when you tell them.

You can hint at it first before stating it outright by saying things like "I love your body" and being sure to let them know you appreciate them from the way they feel to the way they sound. I've had success going "I even love the way your body feels and sounds--your tummy noises turn me on, actually," and going from there.

Telling about kinks as an experience of closeness, comfort, and involving all senses can help it feel more logical to you and reduce shame. I found this helpful when leading up to talking about my bellyache kink--providing comfort and closeness while leaning into some of the S&M aspects of it helped my husband to understand.

Start with the tamer kinks, or tamer aspects of the kink first, and build up to what you feel are less accepted ones over time. This kinda goes with #2!

Be OK with this taking some time. ♥️