It was no surprise to you when you found me on the couch, surrounded by snack wrappers. It was very normal of me to snack while I gamed, what came as a surprise today was the sheer amount. There were at least triple the wrappers surrounding me than usual, and when you got closer you could see the culprit in all its tight round glory. By the time I noticed you, you had just sat down next to me, ogling my belly.
“I hope you don’t mind…” I’d say as I rubbed my tummy and continued playing my game, “I ate all the snacks, I told myself for every loss I get one snack, and for every win I’d get four!!”
Of course you just had to ask, “Well were you… uhm, winning?”
I’d roll my eyes and look at you, “Of course not!! You know I suck at this game… but I really did want to try and win!! To try and impress you!!” I’d turned back to my screen to see defeat written all over it and sigh, turning to you slowly, my belly aching as I do.
My belly was now in front of you for you to see. You’d cough and look away, “When did you run out of snacks?”
I’d sit there and think for a minute, counting the losses and then pout, “Like maybe.. I don’t know, 9 games ago??”
You clear your throat, a bit of confidence sparking as you reach for my bloated belly, “Well that’s no good, you need to make up for your losses…” A hand squeezes my belly gently, and I blush.
“I…I don’t think I can eat anymore, my belly is so full…and I ran out of snacks..”
You’d smirk, gently messaging my gut, “Well it’s a good thing I brought home lunch like I do everyday. We’ll just replace the snacks with that, okay?” You gently force me to sit back while you grab the food, and when you get back my mouth waters.
“I remember you were craving tacos, so I got two family boxes from Taco Bell, one full of hard tacos and one full of soft.” You’d set them down beside you as you sat, pulling me into your lap once you settled.
“Those do look so good,” I say as I reach for one of the boxes, your hand gently smacks it away.
“Nuh uh, I want you to continue to play, don’t worry about eating, I’ll feed you, I want you to try really hard to win okay?” I’d squirm in your lap, my belly growling at the thought.
And so the losing streak continued, I never once had to look down from the TV, just kept my mouth open, waiting for the next bite. It was almost like a trance. Play, chew, play, chew. I didn’t even realize one box had gone, and we were onto the next, my belly protesting as I continued to play and you continued to feed me. At some point I gave up trying to sit up straight and leaned back, my eyes still glued to the screen, my head resting on your shoulder as I widened my legs for my belly to rest between.
Your hands would take a break and rest on my belly, giving it a good press or two, burps escaping from the balloon of a tummy sitting between my legs. My mouth stayed slightly open, awaiting the next taco as you did, and you’d gently close it, as you continued to rub my belly for a few minutes. When you were ready to feed me again, you’d tap my chin and I’d drop my mouth open, almost like you just pressed a button, waiting for the next bite. Soon the second box was almost empty. At some point, I sat up again, or tried to, and focused on the game a bit more than usual. You followed my eyes to the TV screen and watched me play, realizing what was happening. Not soon after the word VICTORY shone across the screen.
I’d fall back into you excitedly, looking up at you with a proud smile, “See… I… I did it!!” I’d say out of breath, only now realizing just how much food had been stuffed into me.
“I’m so proud!!” You’d say, kissing my cheek and giving my belly victory pats, “Now… what did you say about winning?? Four snacks was it?”
I’d blush, looking down at my swollen gut, “I don’t think I can…”
“Of course you can,” you’d encourage, bringing one of the last few tacos to my lips, “Finish these and we’ll get you those victory snacks you deserve…maybe one big one…”
I only nod, opening my mouth and chewing every bite that made its way into it. Every bite got harder to swallow but I’d finish the tacos eventually, panting and groaning when they are all gone. You’d gently take me off your lap, and I’d settle into the couch, legs spread far and head leaned back on the armrest, hands holding my massive and VERY tight belly. You’d enter the kitchen and come back a few minutes later, a pitcher of thick liquid in one hand and a funnel in the other.
“I think you deserve a victory shake, something to help with all the loses in that gut of yours.”
I groan, burping right after as I message my belly, I open my mouth willingly, despite the protest coming from my belly.
“Good piggy,” you’d finally say, a blush creeping up on my face, “You deserve to have a taste of victory~” And just like that it began, you’d stick the funnel gently into my mouth and begin to pour. At first I’d take it slow, but after a couple seconds I’d start guzzling it down. Victory tasted so sweet and delicious, I just needed it inside me.
Minutes would pass by as you watched my belly expand even more. A chuckle would escape when you’d notice my head tilt up, greedily trying to suck down the shake faster. At some point I’d reach up to grab the funnel, pinching it, wiping up the drops as the flow stopped, and give a loud long burp. Then like nothing happened I’d stick it back in my mouth, guzzling with more intensity than before. And when it was finally done, and the last few drops were licked clean, id let out a loud whine.
“Victory taste so sweet doesn’t it?” You ask as you kiss my lips, tasting the shake on my lips. You’d gently get on top of me and straddle my thighs, belly pressing against your own abdomen as you reach for another kiss.
“Look at you, so round and full… your belly is sticking straight up. Tight and stuffed like an overfilled basketball, you look about ready to pop!” Your hands would run over my belly, gently pressing your fingertips into it as I began to burp.
“You even sound like a winner!! What a good piggy!”
I’d whine once again, belly stuffed to the max, the feeling of everything sitting in my stomach heavily was heavenly, and the rubs and pats coming from you only made it better. I’d squirm, legs trying to tighten and comfort the ache between my legs as you continued to take care of my belly. My whining and groaning would only get louder the harder you pressed, “Maybe piggy deserves another prize?” You’d say, gently climbing off of me, and spreading my legs a little more.
You’d help take off my soaked shorts and underwear, exposing myself to you as my belly shook with each heavy breathe I took.
“Don’t worry piggy, I’ll take real good care of you~”
🤭🫶💜 hope guys liked this!! Felt inspired after some encouragement from a few of you lovelies ~ I personally think this is my favorite piece so far and is definitely a dream of mine I want to come true 😖🫶💜 hope you enjoyed!!~
