bloating & stuffing

"eating well" insanely erotic pair of words. what

tee hee hee

Your pants are getting tight. Your hips are fattening up, so you feel your love handles bubbling over the top of your waistband along with your once thin, flat belly. I know you’re full, baby, but you need to keep eating to stretch that growing belly so we can fit more into you next time. Don’t worry about your pants, baby. We’re going to have them burst open soon enough.

well. now my brain is fixated on piping bags and pastry cream again and how I would very much like to gently tip a greedy cutie’s head back and cup their cheek as they gulp down an entire bag of thick, rich pastry cream in a matter of seconds.

someone buying a party size amount of food for a gathering of a few people and saying "eat up, i don't want any leftovers". everyone digging in and eating their fill, plus a little extra, but still, there's tons of food left. "i said, i don't want any leftovers" and everyone grabs another plate of food to be kind to the host. everyone starts feeling stuffed and bloated while the person that bought the food starts hand feeding the group. someone says "no, im too full" as the feeder holds food up to their mouth. the feeder presses a burp out of their belly and says "sounds like you've got room now" as they shove another slice of pizza into their mouth. by the end of the night, everyone is groaning, pants unzipped, stomachs bloated beyond belief and finally, there are no leftovers.

when someone's eaten so much that their upper belly is bulging out over their belly button >>>>>>>>>>>>>

Eating gets me horny then I get full and get on tumblr but then tumblr gets me hornier and I have to eat more. It’s an endless cycle that ends with me beached on the couch at the end of the night struggling to get to bed and needing you to help me cum.

you look so cute sitting there with your pants and tummy straining to hold everything I've put in it, poor baby do you need me to rub your tummy?

there’s just something about getting plump because a partner spoils you so much. imagine meeting someone you haven’t seen in a while and watching their eyes linger on your overfed tummy while they say ‘they’re really looking after you, huh?’

Thinking about funnel feeding milkshake to a cutie, just gulp after gulp filling their belly with even more milkshake than before and see how their tummy gets fuller and rounder (begging to be rubbed), wanna make them a cute (not so) little cow they are meant to be. Just imagine repeating this process for a couple months 💖

I want to watch someone stuff themselves shamelessly. Eat until their belly is full and rounded out. So full that they’ve had to unbutton their pants, or even remove them. I want them to moan about how bloated their belly is, how much it aches and how badly they need comfort. I want them to hold their belly with both hands, rubbing gently, trying hard to soothe their discomfort. I’ll praise them for how much they stuffed themselves. They did it for me. I’ll rub their big, stuffed belly until they feel less achy. Kissing them, telling them how proud I am. I want them to feel safe with me, comfortable. I want them to know how good it makes me feel to watch them overindulge. Of course a little teasing won’t hurt. I’ll pat their full belly, reminding them how good they feel when they stuff themself. How embarrassed they’d be if anyone else ever saw them groan over how satisfied a stuffed belly makes them feel. How happily full they are, how much they love rounding out their belly for me.