Getting Soft

They're so cute and adorable and sexy and they're *so* much fun to play with. A big soft ball sticking out front that you can jiggle or rest your head on or squeeze or bounce.

Like there's just so much good stuff about bellies, that I really can't fit it all in one post.

Has your double chin always looked this plump? It's been looking fuller now, it suits you so well babe.

Is your belly bigger? I don't know, I just feel it heavier on my hands and that shirt I bought you not that long ago can barely contain your tummy.

Are those stretch marks? Aww they are new stretch marks on your thighs! How cute that you keep growing and outgrowing.

"It didn't use to stick out so far, did it?" (patting your belly)

and spring weight.

and summer weight.

and autumn weight.

when the gravity of their gluttonous decisions literally weighs on them, when stuffing themself so full so often makes their gut begin to spill over all the time. the fact that you can heft and cradle it, jiggle and palm it easier, play with it more, squeeze and slap all that fat, watch it push out and fill their lap as they lose control with every meal and endless snacks

i love that crease that develops at the hips, with stretchmarks running up their sides at the strain from constantly eating. how it is a constant reminder that there was a before, that there's so much more of them now, and that they're only going to get bigger. the fact that they just look permanently heavy

there's really nothing like running your hands along that fold, then underneath to the underbelly. such a sensitive spot. being able to sink your teeth into it, leave hickeys on their overhang that they can't see unless the shift or look in a mirror

such a milestone to be celebrated! with more food of course

Bellies that are so soft like jello, that jiggles with the slightest movements, bellies that bunch and roll and bulge out, fat pressing on fat no matter how stuffed you are.

But not for you. Feeling your tummy hang over the waistband and feeling it jiggle with every step.

Hiding everything under an oversized hoodie in public,and feeling the waistband cling, groan and stress when you sit down.

Grabbing and fondling your belly roll through your hoodie pockets and feeling how big it’s getting

Eating while wearing them and feeling the pressure build and build and build until it feels like the button is ready to pop

Struggling more and more to pull them up your expanding rear and struggling to pull them in to button them.

Feeling (and looking) like a stuffed sausage in them arouses you like nothing else. You’re growing out of them, but they still fit so there’s no need to go shopping for a bigger size.

Until the day comes when you’re eating at a restaurant. Seams popping, tight corners creaking, waistband groaning and.. *POP!* goes the button. You feel your tummy rush forward into your lap! You decide to order an extra dessert, since you have more room to eat now!

Don’t get me wrong, I love fat asses and tits, and everything else but there’s just something about that huge gut.

You can’t hide it. More even gains are easily hide-able at first but not this.

You’ll get pregnancy questions. Or being asked how much beer you’re drinking.

Then they’ll start to notice the jiggle and know you’re just a fatass that can’t help themselves.

Your gut will jiggle with every step you take, a reminder of your gluttony.

It will hang out of your shirts, and over your waistband more and more.

It will rest on your thighs and turn you on more and more.

Eventually, the rest of your body will catch up.

You’ll grow a nice round ass and thick thighs.

Titties will blow up nice and round.

Face will explode with fat.