#mtf stuffing

You are so stuffed with food that it is almost impossible to sit up from where you're slouched on the sofa.

You've been gorging yourself all afternoon. Your usual pot belly is even more swollen than normal, stretched tight around your meal and hanging heavily from your gluttonous body. On top of that, your stomach has grown extremely loud and rumbly from being overstuffed. It's uncomfortable, but also exciting.

"Ugh…" You groan and shift your weight, trying to ease some of the pressure in your stomach. Your belly feels taut and bloated, gurgling under the strain of being stuffed so full, and the sounds seem to fill the entire room.

You continue to moan and huff as I rub my hands over your distended abdomen, enjoying the feel of it even as I try to ease the ache. "What's wrong? Feeling a bit too full?" I chuckle, giving your noisy gut a playful pat. "What did you think would happen when you kept cramming things down your throat?"

"I don't know, I just couldn't stop," you reply, looking down at your engorged middle and placing a hand over your overfilled abdomen. It grumbles under your touch.

"Oh, poor you." I smirk and shake my head. "Look at how swollen and full you are. And the noise coming from this tummy is absolutely obscene!" I poke your bloated belly, which rumbles loudly in response. "I can hear it growling and churning from here, you greedy thing."

"Yeah…it is really loud, isn't it?" you say sheepishly, giving a nervous chuckle. "And it's so heavy. My belly's really tight, and it hurts a little."

"Well, that's what happens when you gorge yourself silly. This is all your own doing, darling." I rub my hands along your bulging belly again, feeling it growling beneath my fingers. "You've really outdone yourself this time. Whatever am I going to do with you?"

I watch you squirm as I continue to massage your taut, overfilled tummy, loving the way it groans and gurgles under my touch. You moan and arch your back, trying to get comfortable, but it's obvious that you're struggling.

You know the rules, and the rules are that you can only eat if I give you permission. So I take you by the hand and lead you over to the table, sit you down, and place a plate full of your favorite food in front of you.

Go on, eat up. I want you to have seconds, thirds, and fourths. I want you to fill up every empty space in your stomach and have plenty of room for dessert, too.

I want you to keep eating until you're stuffed, until your pants feel tight and uncomfortable and you feel the need to loosen your belt. Your shirt will ride up a little bit as your belly starts to poke out of it, and you'll see your belly button stretch as your skin gets tighter and tighter.

Still, you won't stop eating. No, you won't be able to. It feels so good to eat, and it feels even better when I'm here encouraging you. You love the feeling of being so full, your gut swollen with your gluttony, especially once I start taking pity on you and rub that taut skin.

How much have you eaten already? How much more will you eat before the end of the month?

I have a little challenge for you, my beloved followers: gorge yourself on all of those sugary treats. Make your bellies swell from the sheer mass of chocolate and candy you've stuffed down your throat. Know that I'll be so, so proud of you when you do.

And not just any curse-- one where you can't stop eating.

Maybe it arrives in the way of a gift box of donuts, countless shapes, sizes, and fillings bound to tempt you into eating at least one. And once you eat one, you find that you need to eat another, and another, and another. You're aware that something's not right, but you can't stop, either. You gobble down the entire dozen before you realize that your tummy is bloated and straining against your shirt.

But you're still famished. So you go to the kitchen to find something else.

Before long, you're sitting in front of the remains of your refrigerator, containers and packaging littering the floor around you as you lick out the remains of a tub of icing. Your stomach is massive, an obscene globe hanging between your thighs as it groans in protest, but you're still hungry.

So hungry.

You're hungry, aren't you? Absolutely famished. It's only been three hours since your last feeding, but you've already grown so accustomed to the aching fullness that comes after a full meal that it bothers you to feel space in your stomach.