(ID: satr588)
Keith loved being full. There was no feeling that beat when his belly was digesting someone.
It always impressed him how he could melt down 200 pounds of man-meat into a couple extra pounds on his body, a little bit more muscle, and a lot of shit.
It was no different this time; He had been working on this one for about 3 days. This meal was almost done moving through him, and he could feel his body getting bigger. There was one problem...
Getting dressed when he was full was never easy.
His red flannel slid over his arms with no issue, though the new tightness in his biceps and shoulders told him he may need to go up a size soon.
He pulled the two sides of the shirt together to button, but they stopped about an inch apart. He did his best to squish his fat, but it was no use. The big man grunted, irritated, and dropped the ends of the shirt.
The denim pressed into his legs as he did his best to shimmy into his pants. With a bit of effort, they successfully slid over his butt. The seams were strained, but it was doable. As long as he didn't sit down...
Now came the biggest challenge; the front button. He flexed his abs, his belly squelching as it pressed inward. Wincing, he pulled the flaps together, closer, closer...
It was too tight. He exhaled, dropping his hands to his sides. His gut sloshed downward, and he moaned. A small groan emitted from inside him, and a belch worked its way up from the depths of the belly.
Urrrrp. He gave the gut a slap and sighed. Guess it was gonna be another day of sweatpants and hoodies.
Before he changed, though, he turned to his mirror and snapped a picture. He saved it to a folder filled with dozens of similar photos.
He scratched at his treasure trail idly for a moment, before walking away from the mirror.





















