Welcome To The Kitchen

new oc named charlotte— she’s a bratty sub feedee who can only be tamed by being stuffed with food meant for 10+ people by her feeder gf. said gf spoils her and obvs is nice enough to replace the clothes she ruins during their feeding sessions lol

charlotte “complains” and is whiny and bratty whenever she’s being stuffed but she secretly loves it, loves the heft and roundness of her belly as she pushes her limits and continues to be fed even though she feels like she can’t pack anymore in, and especially loves the belly rubs and tender massages and lovemaking from her gf that follows 🤭 her gf knows she’s done a good job when charlotte’s complaining turns into wordless moaning and hiccuping, her outfits straining through the solid, distended, gurgling and churning mound her belly has become.

The room would be completely quiet, and you wouldn't know that their tummy was moving around unless you had your ear directly on it. It was a cacophony of noises, no matter if they were hungry or sated.

The ones after they drank a bunch and the ones before meals were the best. Constant little shifts punctuated by occasional louder gurgling from their drink or a slightly louder growl before eating.

My very first experience on their stomach was after we had thick ice cream a few days ago. We were on the upstairs couch watching YouTube videos, and after we finished eating, I nervously asked if I could lay on their tummy. They said yes.

Uuuuuugh I became addicted to it.

I was hearing noises they couldn't hear, rubbing their belly, and kissing it. It was so warm, a stark contrast to the dessert we just had. Their plush sunk under my lips, hands, and ear. The thing just would not stop rumbling as it worked to digest. They asked me if I liked what I was hearing down there while playing with my hair. I was super flustered, so all I could do was nod.

The next couple days after that were much of the same, but the highlight of tummy time was last night. We were on the couch downstairs, and they were playing and browsing games on the Xbox. Before we settled down, they had a large drink. They used my head and torso as an armrest and it pushed me into their stomach.

The grumbles and shifts were cutting each other off, occasionally sounding off louder with huge gurgles that I felt bubble on my ear. At one point, they swallowed air and pressed me deeper, right into the loud gurgles. I'm not into burping, but the way the air shifted in their gut before each one made me unbelievably horny, and they caught on after the first couple. They pressed me down each time they had to burp. Right after one of them, they asked me which one was louder, the burp or their tummy. I said their tummy, and they chuckled and went back to their game.

My brain was becoming mush with all of the noise. I was humping their leg and digging my fingers into their tummy each time something made me horny. They kept calling me cute and telling me how adorable I was using them that way.

That whole vacation ended up on me being hyperfixated on their tummy. They got tons of tummy rubs while we were snuggling. I gave them tons of belly kisses while they were being used as a pillow. I tried to sneak in rubs when we were out in public. Above all of that, they let me enjoy it. They loved how I would be flustered by the noises and so attentive to their stomach.

Every day, I'm fed at least 8 times, every time until my belly is tight as a drum, i am never even close to being just comfortably full. My diet consists of mainly fruits, vegetables and pastries, so my gut always bloats even further after each feeding session because of all of the gas my body produces.

I would have several people as my servants, they tend to all of my stomach's needs . My bubbling cauldron of a belly is of course prone to gas cramps, and the servants are always ready to massage my poor stretched middle to find a bubble of stuck air and push it out. Every loud fart or belch is considered a good sign, and my whole purpose is reduced to producing gas..

As the villager approaches her belly tenses and lurches, the servants hold their breath, expecting a release, but the belch gets caught in her throat and is reluctantly swallowed again. The servants get back to work. “Please, oh Blessed One…” the villager begins “My family and I wish for a bountiful harvest this coming Spring…” the Deity’s belly growls deeply as if in response, everyone goes quiet again…but no burp. The villager continues “My family of course would be honoured to donate 50% of our crop to her swollen excellence…if this harvest should bear fruit…”. The deity opens her mouth as if to respond, but another servant directly behind immediately pushes more fruit into her mouth. If the deity opens her mouth and a burp does not escape, it is always assumed that she needs more food. As she lazily chews and swallows, her eyes almost seems to roll back in her head. She is so impossibly full that you can practically see every morsel of food she swallows travelling down her throat into her overstuffed belly. Her skin is stretched so tight across her abdomen that it looks set to burst at any moment. Every time the servant applies oil, her belly skin twitches tenderly in response to every touch.

“You may lay your hands on her Majesty”

one of the servants instructs the villager. They reach forward nervously, the belly continues to gurgle and growl like a rabid animal. They worry that a single wrong touch could cause the deity to burst or vomit. Their hand touches the belly and they are immediately overwhelmed by how warm and firm it feels, yet the skin is immaculately soft from regular oil treatments. The taut skin twitches under their hand, and every gurgle and churn inside the massive tank of a belly can be felt on its surface. The villager's hand strokes gently towards the center of her belly, to her painfully stretched outie bellybutton. Legend has it that the deity once had a deep innie, but after weeks of being stuffed to the brim, her bellybutton had become a large bulging outie. The villager massages around the naval, and after a moment of careful deliberation, presses it down.

The deity moans loudly, the servants fervently fan her in response. Noise from inside her belly starts at a low rumble but builds into a cacophony of bubbling and churning, every moment of it can be felt against the villager's hands like kicks inside a very active pregnant belly. The servants gasp as the rumbles get louder and louder, the belly practically shaking as it goes. The deity moans louder and louder, the incoming belch is desperately stuck in her throat. Finally the villager slides their hands upwards from the bellybutton, providing the final push to send the belch up the Deity's throat.

“URRRRRRRRRPPP….”

it’s okay, you’re okay, i’m not mad. just get over here- i’ve gotta touch you right now.

yeah, straddle my hips just like that. fuck, you’re even rounder when you’re right in front of me. lemme hike your top up so i can really see you.

your belly’s so stretched, so huge. you must’ve eaten good, huh. maybe even the whole fridge. hey, don’t whine like that, you know what you did. it’s not teasing if i’m telling the truth.

your bare belly is so tight under my hands. even rubbing light circles is scaring me a little, what if you pop?

harder? really? aw, i can hear how loud your stomach’s getting, you’re probably desperate for relief. with the way you keep pushing that belly out into my palms, how could i say no?

yeah, you needed this. harder circles, pressing my fingertips into the taut skin with each pass. wanna show me how much you like this? you’re keeping all these noises inside, are you embarrassed? you can do better, c’mon i wanna hear you.

yes that’s it, you’re so fucking noisy. don’t you know it turns me on when you’re turned on too? all these moans and whimpers, you’re like a puppy. and i didn’t forget about this belly being noisy too. i can feel the grumbling under my hands.

relax for me, just take it. i know your cheeks are burning, i know you wanna just hide away. but you can’t, ‘cause you know that i love when you’re like this. all full and vulnerable, can’t do anything but whine about how much you ate while i caress you like this. so just relax.

what’ll happen when i rub you on top like this, where you’re the tightest. fuck, that’s a huge burp. and you won’t stop. i know it hurts, but if i don’t press right here you won’t feel better.

and this bellybutton. fuck. you’re so bloated, it’s all shallow now. if i pass my thumb over it…

shit, what a beautiful sound you just made. is it sensitive there? it’s all red around this area, there must be so much pressure right now. i know you like it when i press my finger there. when i dig into it and flick my nail over the knot. this bellybutton used to be so deep, and now you’re stuffed so much it’s about to pop. so hot.

hey, slow down, you’re moving too much. you keep squirming around in my lap. cute.

That's the best kind of size difference and you can't change my mind.

🍟 Your character is tired of being picked on for always ordering the same thing at restaurants, so next time they go out with people, they decide to take a stand and branch out. Unfortunately, it seems they'd been ordering the same thing for a reason, because whatever they pick out this time leaves their belly feeling achy and upset.

🍛 Your character is eating at a restaurant whose cuisine is unfamiliar to them. Not knowing much about the foods and their ingredients, they try to order something safe, but it winds up being full of ingredients that bother their belly.

🚚 Your character is at a food truck festival. They never meant to get more than one or two things to try, but everything looks and smells incredible, and many of the trucks are offering sample sizes at a lower price for the occasion. It's hard to resist trying a little bit of everything, but all those bites add up in their stomach.

🧋 Your character decides to get a fancy milkshake after eating out, thinking they can take it with them. Unfortunately, not only is it enormous and topped with all sorts of treats, but it doesn't come in a takeout cup. They're already full and finishing the whole thing seems impossible, but it was expensive, and they don't want to leave any behind.

🌶️ Your character is eating out with friends, and when the waiter asks how spicy they'd like their meal, they go all the way. The idea was to impress their friends a little, but it winds up being far hotter than they expected, and they're struggling to handle it, especially once it makes its way into their stomach.

🚗 Your character decides to stop for food in the middle of a long drive. It's pretty crappy, and it's not long after they get back in the car that they start feeling bloated and queasy. With at least an hour to go, it's going to be a rough trip.