Anything for you 💞

not “a little bloated.” I want your gut to be hard to the touch. i want it to sound solid when I slap it. I want to feel your skin stretching under the pressure from inside. I want your upper belly protruding out of you like you swallowed a brick. I want your lower belly soft but filling itself up as your body strains to process what i’ve given you. I want you panting as your stomach presses on your lungs and your heart races as you try and digest. I want you moaning in discomfort with every little movement that shifts something around inside you. I want you begging me to stop when I press more to your lips. I want you to choke it down anyways and whine and writhe as your beach ball of a belly strains and distends even more. I want to press myself into your bulging body and grind on you while making you moan with pain. I want to take my time pressing my hands into your gut where it looks like it hurts the most and pushhhhh. I want to watch your face fill with agony masochistic delight.

then you’ll get a break, you’ve been so good for me anyways. I might even let you watch me please myself in front of you while you lie there unable to move, pinned down by the anvil in your gut. maybe i’ll rub your poor belly a little nicer. see if I can’t get it moving down through your system. that’ll provide you some relief as the pressure spreads itself out from your upper gut. but then your lower belly will start to grow. slowly it’ll all settle in, shepherded along by regular, firm but gentle rubs of my hands on your belly.

once I hear your panting and whining subside, I know you’re ready to go again. this time, I put a tube in your mouth. you turn your head and see it attached to a large tank. I smile and tell you this’ll help wash it down ;) I open the valve and liquid fills your mouth. it’s a slow, steady stream. the liquid is bubbly and you can taste the sting of alcohol in it. it’s sweet and the bubbles feel kinda nice in your belly, so you swallow it down steadily in big slow gulps every time your mouth fills with it.

“you like that, babe?” I ask, carefully wiping a small drip from your chin after pausing the flow to check on you.

you finish what’s in the tube then open your mouth. you moan, this time more with pleasure than pain as you feel the food I fed you earlier settling deep in your guts. your upper belly is filling with this sparkly liquid. it feels warm inside you and the bubbles seem to dislodge some of the food stuck in there. let let out a long, deep belch and sigh with blissful relief.

“yessss….. ughhh” you manage to get out as you pat your belly to shake out some more gas. “more, babe. please.” you beg.

“of course, love”

I stick the tube back in your mouth and open the valve again. this time, though, the liquid rushes in faster, harder. you can’t get it swallowed in time and it splashes all over you. I stop the flow, help you put it back in place, and we try again. this time, you open your throat more. you let the liquid flow straight into you. you can feel it landing in your belly like filling a barrel from a spout. the pressure of the gas builds as more gets in. I let this run until the liquid spills out of your mouth again. by this point, your lower gut is packed tight with food, your upper gut looks like a massive water balloon, and I can see on your face that the alcohol is taking its effect….

squirming and kicking and crawling to get away as he keeps rutting his cock deep in me, pinning me with his strong thrusting hips

even as i try to escape, my instincts as a breeder bitch have me tilting my hips for him, opening my legs a little more and arching my back

my body knows we're mating, my body knows i'm being bred and i should stay still and let him do his job, let him get me pregnant