um.

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.

you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.

You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.

Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?

You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.

but that didn't stop me from wondering if you'd fill your stomach some other way once you're done drinking. i'm sure the weight and pressure on your bladder would only make it easier to keep holding on and that it wouldn't feel any more intense than just drinking enough to overfill your bladder ;)

oh, no, now i'm wishing you had some sort of melon to snack on every half hour. i'm sure it wouldn't meaningfully add to your liquid intake...

You are a sinister force in my life, Ex (said with all due affection & admiration. Like if the devil on my shoulder really wanted to watch me piss my pants).

I'm unfortunately snackless atm, and a bit too far into this, uh... venture... to be 100% sure of a safe trip to the shop & back, but I'll make u a deal:

After I hit the 2L mark (in about 2 mins), instead of drinking every half hour bit by bit, like I've been doing, when I hit my next half-hour I'll chug the last 1-1.5L all in one go & really blow my belly up, which-

3L in. Now I just have to hold onto it for... an hour and a half.....

So fucking full & tight, it feels so good 🥵 almost leaked just pouring the last few drinks into a glass, because of the sound of liquid pouring.... bladder is so sensitive even my elastic pj shorts are driving me crazy, just the tiniest pressure. Already had a few hard spasms, but still dry so far.

My belly is still round & sloshing from the first few rounds of drinks- all of that is bound to pour into my bladder before long, & I'm about to pile in even more...

i got told to drink a litre of soda and a pint of ice cream beforehand, and they also said i had to wear the tightest jeans in my wardrobe and a crop top >w<

i arrived already bloated and gassy and i was a little embarrassed at wearing such a revealing outfit and i caught multiple people staring at me on the way there lol

i had to eat one plate from every vendor which meant 12 full plates, but i ended up having 15 because the loaded mac and cheese was so good i needed to have seconds, another of the plates came with a side and the last place we tried had an extra dessert menu so i had to try that too

i ended up having to unbutton my jeans because they were so tight i couldn’t rlly breathe and i needed room for more food, luckily most people didn’t seem to notice because we were sitting at our own bench in the corner, but one person walked past us to get to the bathrooms and they DEFINITELY stared at my gut hanging out my jeans, i’ve never had anyone see me like this in public and i nearly died it was so hot

i thought i’d avoided a wardrobe malfunction but when i finished my 12th plate my boxers split down the crotch 😵‍💫

my friend made me go to the bathroom and record a video so they could see the damage

by the final plates i was belching so much that i kept asking if we could go outside to finish the food there because it was so embarrassing, but my friend said we had to stay until i’d eaten everything in front of me

i had to keep sitting further and further back because my gut was pressing into the table and my shirt couldn’t cover even half of my belly so everything was hanging out

after i’d finished i felt a bit sick so i had to sit in the bathroom for a while and it kinda sucked, but once the nausea passed i started getting rlly horny again so i touched my tdick a bit in the stall and let some massive burps out so i could get ready to walk to my friends place

i wore their hoodie on the way home bc i was far too embarrassed to walk around looking like that lol

when we got home we measured my belly, it’s usually 43 inches when empty but now it was over 51 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

this was the part that made me feral and my friend couldn’t wait any longer so they fucked me and slapped my gut the whole time and called me an overfed pig every time i burped and they forced me to admit out loud that i’m a massive hog and i came

i napped for hours on their bed because i was so full it was nearly agony and i was genuinely getting heart palpitations and struggling to breathe

that was the first time i’ve ever felt like i never wanted to eat again lol, i usually wake up and get hungry again but i still felt so enormous that the idea of eating made my feel sick, so when i woke up my friend just played with my belly and my pussy until i came again (twice) and they wouldn’t let me cum the second time until i did a big burp for them >w<

Hey, I guess I appreciate the concern, but I don't know you, and you certainly don't know anything about my life outside of fetish content I sometimes post on this blog. I think it's pretty inappropriate to send asks like this to someone who is a complete stranger to you, making assumptions about me and my body.

I am somewhat thin- much less than I used to be. I was quite underweight for years, through no choice of my own– it's just the way my body was. I finally got up to a more healthy weight when I went on T, about a year and a half ago. So: reason one, my body just naturally tends to be on the thinner side. I'm also actually extremely active– I run 3 times a week and strength train 4 times week, and outside of kink I try to be mindful about eating– whole foods, fruits and veg, plenty of fibre, etc. All of that combined means, while I actually have gained weight in the last few years, I'm also staying relatively lean. So no– I am not purging.

I've always been a very small guy, & it was a pretty huge source of dysphoria for me most of my life, feeling kind of small and frail even when I was working really physical jobs as a farmer– it never changed anything. It has actually taken years and a lot of hard work to put on enough fat and muscle get my body to the point it is now, where I don't feel that way, & for the first time feel strong & good about my body instead, & it's capable of so much more these days than it was when I was underweight. Kind of sucks to have that put into perspective by someone seeing my & automatically assuming I'm making myself vomit to try and stay as skinny as possible.