Characters & Themes β Gutsluttsbelly, Weight-Gain, Intox, Overstuffing, BBW, Public Stuffing, Burps, First-Person POV.
You ever feel like youβre just β¦ destined to be things?
Like β¦ you were fated to be an athlete, or a firefighter?
Iβm just listing examples but I think you get what I mean.
From a young age, I think β¦ I was destined to be a feedee.
Yeah, I was the biggest girl in the class, and some of my classmates let me hear it from time to time, but as time passed and I went from being an adolescent to a full-on adult, I liked being the biggest girl!
I couldnβt care less what people thought of me.
Yeah, their words hurt when I was young but Iβm old enough to not give a fuck what people think anymore.
People see me and just see a blob who has no care for her own health but you understand and Iβm so grateful.
Cβmonβlet me take you through the day of a feedee, you deserve it.
My eyes fluttered, as the rays of the sun shined down on my face.
I wanted to stay in bed for longer but this sun isnβt going to fuck off.
I shimmied in bed, and sat upβbeing greeted by my still-stuffed belly.
It was ever-so tight, fuckβIβm only now remembering how much I ate last night.
I had this whole box of pizza that had extra cheese, sausage and cupped pepperoniβit was soooooo good.
Iβm not about to just sit in bed and reminisce about last night though, I think the best thing to doβ¦ is get stuffed again.
I roll out of bed and waddle over to the bathroom to do my daily necessities.
I wonβt bore you with the irrelevant info but I have this super long mirror that gets a full view of my body and ohmygod.
I should really appreciate my tits and my ass more.
On second thought, I always give my tits love! Itβs my ass that needs more loving.
I twirl around and give it an up-down, staring at this plump-peach of an ass that I have.
Huh, I guess with all the pounds Iβve been piling up as I got olderβI never realized that some of that went to my ass as well.
My gut was the first to get big, my tits were always big so it made sense my ass would get bigger, but Iβm not complaining!
After Iβm done giving my ass the attention it deserves, I turn around and look at the star of the show which is my still-bloated belly.
As I push my breasts up, its overall form is so much more visible; hanging over the waistline of my panties.
Normally, I have what you would callβa double belly? I think that's what it's called.
It would split into two, a horizontal line cutting the fat into two pieces of fat, making it look like I have two bellies β¦
You get it now but going back to what I was saying, I stuffed myself to the point where that was no longer visible.
It was one big drum of fat now.
I canβt stay here and look at my belly all day though! Cβmon, time to go get stuffed!
I waddled over to my closet and grabbed some clothes; a pair of gray sweats that were super comfy, a brown top that did no justice in hiding my belly but did good enough to hide my breasts, and a long baggy sweater thatβs simple purpose was to hide my belly from the public eye.
I was good to go, and so, I wentβI made my way to my car, and sat inside, waiting for the car to heat up.
As I sat in the car, I couldnβt help but think about what I was going to eat for breakfastβI could do IHop, or McDonalds.
IHop sounds so good right now but then β¦ It hit me.
I looked down and saw an eighth, which I can definitely work with, and my rolling paper that I left but I literally have no rolling tray.
I meanβfuck it, itβs pretty big and the top of it, is flat enough to work as a rolling tray.
Iβm going to use the top of my belly as a rolling tray, hahaβI canβt believe it.
Iβm still in the garage, meaning I have the benefits of privacy soβI can roll up in peace.
I was able to roll-up in peace, a little bit sloppy but it works! I got a blunt in hand and can smoke whenever I want.
Iβll go to IHop, and light up in the parking lot, that sounds good.
And so, I pressed my foot to the gas and made my way out of the garage and onto the streets, on my way to IHop to get stuffed.
Again, I wonβt bore you with the unnecessary details of the driveβexcept for the fact that it was super nice outside.
Beautiful skies, sun shining down, it was just a really nice day.
Fast forward and here I am, in the parking lotβgetting high in my car.
I made sure to park from other cars so families donβt smell the weed from my car.
I had the window opened a little bit because I really didnβt want to hotbox at the moment, so the smell escaped from the opening.
One blunt later, and I feel β¦ good.
Iβm ready to get stuffed in I-Hop, so I spray a bit of perfume that I have on hand for situations like this and make my way into the restaurant.
It wasnβt packed, which was rare but there were still a few people.
I asked the waiter to which he obliged, grabbing one menu for me and guiding me to a table where I sat by myself.
Woahβthat smelled good, the aroma that was coming from the kitchen made my stomach grumbleβI couldnβt wait to eat.
Hello! Are you ready to order?
Yeah, can I doβthree Spicy Poblano Omelettes? Hash Browns on the side for all three?
I could see the waiterβs eyes widen for a moment, before he nodded and acknowledged my request. Three Omelettes will be more than enough to sate my appetite right now, as I can already feel the munchies hitting me right now.
I can do nothing but wait in silence for the food to arrive, trapped in my own thoughts about how Iβm going to fuck these omelettes up and leave this place stuffed as fuck.
A deep sigh of relief left my mouth, as I saw the waiter come back with four plates of food in handβI could see them from afar, as he got closer.
Three omelettes on three separate plates and three plates worth hashbrowns in one.
He sat them down, all in front of me and wished me wellβI didnβt wait until he left, I just dove in right then and there.
I gave him a quick nod and winked, which he acknowledged and walked away to tend to another table.
As I cut a piece and took it into my mouth, I could feel the dopamine rush hit me instantlyβthe hot, beef-filled spicy omelette brought a pleasure like nothing else.
I couldnβt help but let out a soft moan of pleasure, this was so goodβand I had two other omelettes to eat and a whole plate of hashbrowns.
By the time Iβm done, Iβm going to be so stuffed!
In public too! β normally, I do my stuffings indoors but I went and said fuck it, Iβm going to stuff my face in public because why not?
I couldnβt eat the omelette and neglect the hashbrowns that were slowly growing cold, stabbing my fork into the hashbrowns and taking them into my mouthβthey were just as good as the omelette itself!
Itβs a good thing I ordered three omelettes because one was simply not going to do the jobβas I already finished one and felt nothing.
Well, the other two omelettes and the hashbrowns werenβt going to finish themselves so I began to eat the other one, pushing the food into my ravenous maw with ease and delicacy.
Savoring the delicious flavors of the food made the stuffing so much better, I could ask for another omelette and devour that too but I didnβt want to go overboard.
I can feel that stuffed feeling creep up on me, as my gut grew tighter with each portion of food that went into my mouth.
Soon, I was finished with the second omelette and the hashbrowns and by now, I was stuffed.
I felt like I could go home and lay down like a beached whale but I still had one omelette left to goβIf I put my mind to it, I could do it.
Whether my belly could contain it or notβI could down this omelette.
And so I didβslowly stabbing my fork into the omelette and putting the food into my mouth once more.
My sweater was starting to get real tight, and it was starting to hurtβhaving all this food in my stomach, but I had to push through β¦
Iβve done coke and mentos bloats before, so Iβve been here before, I can do this.
And so I did, I pushed through and managed to down three whole omelettes that were stuffed with peppers and beef and cheese, with a plate full of four-plates worth of hashbrowns on it.
Fuck, I canβt believe I ate all of that.
I muttered to myself, wincing a bit as I sat up in my boothβrubbing my hand against my tight drum of a belly, a soft phew left my mouth as the waiter came by, asking if I was finished to which I quickly nodded.
I paid for the food, and even managed to bring some pancakes back for my mom.
I stood up and waddled my way out of the restaurant, getting some stares because it was pretty obvious how stuffed I was.
My belly was bulging out of my sweater, eager to pop the zipper and be released by it held strong and firm, not allowing it to get its way.
As I sat down in my car, I immediately undid the zipper to my sweater which came undone with the slightest pull down on its own.
There, my bulging gut pressed itself against the bottom of my steering wheel.
I couldnβt help but gasp at the sight, wincing in slight pain.
Phew, I am unbelievably stuffed right now!
I canβt drive home in this state, no wayβI can take my time.
I sat in my car and laid back, giving my belly a rub to calm it down but that didnβt work at allβI think my stomach only grew more upset with me.
You have to remember, I ate a whole box of pizza last night and itβs still in there soβyeah, I absolutely put my belly through the ringer.
A few minutes would fly by and my belly would ease up on me, enough to where I was able to drive home with little to no problem, so I did β¦
I managed to put my sweater back on and drove back home.
Parking my car in the garage and waddling over to my home.
I made it inside and was greeted by my adorable cats, who were waiting for meβthere were two things I looked forward to when I came home from a stuffing session.
I left Momβs pancakes on the dining table and made my way downstairs to my room.
Closing the door behind me and immediately getting undressedβI got nude and threw myself onto my bed, holding my belly as I restedβphewwwww, that had to be one of the best stuffings Iβve ever done.
I felt so good, and so full.
But who's to say I wonβt do this later? β it was still a fair bit early.
I can cram in more later.
( Thank you for @gutsluttsbelly for allowing me to use them as a muse! )
