Spoon

"So uhhh... I think maybe we should leave"

"Why what's up?"

"I... Well..... Feel" you said, guiding her hand to your belly. Sure enough she could feel it gurgling and bubbling beneath her palm, and now you'd pointed it out she noticed the fabric of your clothes dimpling and stretching slightly over the bulge of your stomach. "i think i over indulged a little at the buffet" you whisper, glancing around as she surreptitiously rubs the side of your stomach, hoping nobody is paying too much attention to the two of you.

"does it hurt?" she says, gently holding your sides.

"a little... But it's okay" you loser your voice "it feels really good actually, I'm just worried people will notice if... If it gets any bigger... *hicc* oof it's already a little swollen" you reply, your belly bouncing a little with the hiccup.

"don't worry, get some ginger ale to settle it and after the talk we can leave, but i can't just rush off from a work thing. " she smirked a little as she kissed you, running a hand down your belly and quickly cupping it's new curve before pulling away. "although you know I'd love to" she whispered winking.

You agree, grab a ginger ale from the bar and settle yourself on a sofa in the corner, happy to people watch while she networked. Lost in thought you don't notice the passing server's occasionally topping up your drink and you start to absentmindedly snack on bowls of nibbles. You only realise you're predicament when half an hour or so later you feel a deep gurgle in your gut... You hadn't even noticed that your free hand had drifted up to rub your belly as you were eating and was now resting atop quite an impressive stomach. Round and heavy, your clothes were now clearly stretching to accommodate it as it had expanded out into your lap. You groaned, realising the gurgle was a signal of what was to come as you felt your belly rumble before attempting to stifle a deep, satisfying belch. You blushed bright red, covering your mouth and praying you hadn't drawn any attention to yourself...

"babe how... How did you even manage to get this full so fast!?" she appears beside you on the sofa looking both concerned and impressed.

"I..." you opened your mouth to try and explain yourself but now that you'd burped once the gates were open and another burp slipped out, cutting you off.

"*UUuurP* oof... Sorry I... *BleuuUurp* got a little distracted, i didn't notice how much I was eating" you said sheepishly, struggling to get the words out between burps. Cradling your belly you groaned, leaning back into the sofa. You felt the ginger ale slosh inside you as you did so, and immediately regretted the decision to lay back as you felt the weight of your stomach pinning you down, and the tightness of your skin, stretching over your gluttony. "hey babe... I could really use a belly rub right now" you whisper, suppressing a moan just thinking about her soft hands sliding up and down your sides, knowing just the spot to massage to release the pressure in your gut. You looked at her with puppy eyes, knowing she couldn't resist you. Teasingly she gave you a quick, but deep kiss and patted your taught tummy, she took your hand to help you up, but even that gentle pat was enough to dislodge an air pocket and you couldn't help letting another long burp slip as you struggled to your feet, jostling your stomach. Now you were sure people were looking, your belly was so disproportionately huge compared to your regular frame and no matter how hard you tried to hold them in burps just kept slipping out. You were quite a sight.

"There's a private bathroom down the hall, all you have to do is make it there and then i can rub that belly like it deserves" she whispers. Every step you feel your stomach bubbling and sloshing, your centre of gravity is disrupted and you practically waddle down the hall.

A once loose t-shirt starting to pucker at the sides of the bulge it is containing

A stretchy bodycon dress smoothly highlighting the new roundness of a tummy with a little too much inside

Stretchy t-shirts that have gradually risen up and up, now exposing the bottom half of a heavy belly

Button up shirts starting to gap as your belly gets bigger and more bloated, or even better, unbuttoned around the belly to allow space to expand whilst still modestly covering the chest

Elastic waistbands slipped down to ease the pressure on a tight tummy

Leggings that hug that pouch curve of your underbelly, still swollen from a big meal, the elastic supporting it as you move and your belly jiggles

EEUUUUURPPPP

Oops... Her journey go the couch had shaken her stomach, dislodging a pocket of air and she burped loudly. She heard footsteps on the stairs and realised she must have woken Em.

"Kay? Was that you?!" Em popped her head around the door. "Wow... Looks like you overdid the midnight snack a little huh" she laughed, walking over to touch her normally tiny girlfriend's now magnificently swollen tummy.

"I... UUuurP... Yeah a little" Kay blushed, she couldn't help but arch her back a bit, Em's hands on her belly were so soothing and she wanted more pressure.

This was a relatively common occurance for the two of them and Em knew the routine now. She snuggled in next to Kay, softly kissing her forehead and rubbing in smooth circular motions. She cupped beneath Kay's belly, gently lifting it to feel the weight of it and circling her belly button with her thumb eliciting a moan as Kay melted into her touch. As she rubbed, Em's lips slowly travelled down to Kay's neck, kissing as she went. As Kay relaxed a few small burps escaped her, but Em could tell they were getting stuck, she needed more pressure.

Adjusting, she swung one leg over to sit straddling Kay's lap, she lent in to kiss her, stretching a little to reach with Kay's belly between them. From this position she could rub with both hands, and she loved feeling the mound of Kay's belly pressing against her own. Pulling Kay close to her, methodically rubbing the tight spots in her belly Em rocked her hips a little. With the additional pressure on her belly, suddenly...

"UUUURP

BRUUUUURP

OOUUUP... Fuck sorry i... UUURP.. Oh that felt good fuck... "

Maybe you over eat a little at dinner, your belly is starting to stick out a little under your skirt. You subtly adjust your waistband to make a little more room but there's only so much you can do. You hope your friends don't notice as your partner occasionally reaches across under the table to pat your tummy and feel how full you are. Its really starting to feel heavy now, you open your legs a little wider giving your tummy space to expand into. The food is just too good to stop just yet.

In the taxi on the way home from the restaurant, the seat belt kind of cradles your belly where it pooches out. You pat it gently, you're a little sore but secretly you relish that tight, heavy feeling. But the bumps in the road make you realise you need to burp. With every bump you feel the gas in your stomach working its way up. Fuck, you really don't want to burp in front of everyone. You're quite the rest of the journey, letting the seat belt support the weight of your belly as it jostles and gurgles, doing your best to surpress the inevitable.

Finally your home and alone with your partner, they know you too well not to notice the signs... "you okay babe?" they ask innocently, but you know they're just as aroused by this as you are and you see the glint in their eye. They settle you down on the couch, nestled in front of them so they can easily reach round to gently rub your full tummy. Holding in all that air has bloated your stomach out even further and your shirt can hardly contain it as it rides up revealing the soft, stretched skin underneath.