#belly bloating

Jammy asks her spacecraft's computer to create a "human soda she could drink all day" which the computer obliged. Turns out it made a soda she can't physically stop drinking and that is infinite :)

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.

He sat me down and told me he'll buy me a meal from every one of those restaurants. 3 meals plus dessert couldn't be that hard, right?

First, he ordered a pizza. As we were waiting for it he got me 2 burgers, chicken nuggets and large fries. I was hungry, so it disappeared in no time. I washed it down with some coke, still smiling and chatting with my boyfriend. My belly was just starting to get visible, since without stuffing I'm fairly slim.

Then, the pizza came in. It was bigger than I expected (it covered half of the table!), with lots of toppings and an amazing, gold crust. He took a slice and so did I. But as he finished his, I was reaching out for my third. Well, out of 8 slices, I ended up eating 5.

Needless to say I started to feel my belly under my dress. It was supposed to be stretchy so it was stretched out on the round, full curve of my stomach. I leaned back and rubbed it in hope to make room for what my boyfriend was carrying to our table.

He went over to the Asian restaurant and got me a piramide of dumplings, sushi, spring rolls, shrimp and chicken. Everything deep fried. I couldn't help myself and started eating. With each bite I started to feel more stuffed. Halfway through, I was packed full. I leaned back into the restaurant booth, but he wasn't done. He switched seats and now was sitting next to me instead of across the table. Bite after bite, he fed me 20 sushi pieces while patting and rubbing my tummy with his warm hand. Everyone was side-eyeing us, I felt so embarrassed with that bloated, achy tummy in front of me. But at the same time so turned on from his touch and encouraging words. You did so good for me baby. I'm so proud of my little, full princess.

It hurt so good. It all lasted a while, probably over two hours. We ended up sitting there some more and chatting, while his hand was still on my belly. Laughing and even deep breathes caused discomfort though. When he suggested dessert I couldn't help but wonder if I won't pop. He had to help me get up, with one hand on my back. When I was finally standing I felt everything shift in my stomach. We walked slowly to the café where he got me chocolate cake, my favourite. He spoon-fed it to me since I didn't believe it'd fit in my tummy and wouldn't want to find out. But he wanted to.