I Just Wanna Worship That Jiggly Belly So Badly

I just wanna worship that jiggly belly so badly 😭

Okay so guys I tried to do 4L earlier today knowing damn well I got shit to do this afternoon 💀 and FAILED 🤣. I finished the first 2L but that second one I just couldn’t finish 😭, I felt like I had to throw up and I really didn’t want that to happen cause I had just cleaned my room 💀😭 SO YEAHHHH maybe next time 🥲🥲🥲

Need this in my face

this is what dreams are made of.

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Some extra pics too cause damn I feel swollen

Fuck I'm so full...2 boxes of fries + a gravy, an entire large sweet tea and 2 water bottles, I can't stop burping I feel like I'm about to blow 😭

Miss this girl fr, just absolute perfection.

Last one I promise I’m just obsessed with myself 🥲

Shows how much I pushed myself when the double belly disappears!

..please.

[this has been in my drafts forever and it’s annoyingly long and I just want to be done with it. But I had to edit it extensively bc Um 💗 it was originally so much more explicit that I was like woah girl… chill. so I adjusted some stuff]

I take some time after work making one of your favorite foods. See, I’m feeling particularly hungry for YOU tonight. I want to see what new limits we can discover together. When you arrive at my place, you seem hungry. you usually are, but there's something else... a distinct neediness. I notice your body language, the way you're sitting, the way you can't take your eyes off my figure in my soft and silky black dress.

You really need to cum, don't you baby? I'll help you cum, but only if you finish eating everything I give you. Deal?

You nod excitedly. You think this is gonna be easy. I'm so gentle and sweet with you most of the time, and you like that. But you really don't know what I have in store for you this time, and that's exciting.

We start you off with a normal sized dinner. It's pasta, something that you have no trouble packing away large quantities of. I pour you a glass of wine, knowing it'll help put you in a nice indulgent headspace, one you enjoy. Just as I suspected, you finish your plate quickly and look at me expectantly, a cocky smirk flickering across your face. "Was that all?" you ask, almost disappointed.

No, of course not… this is just the beginning.

You nod hesitantly, still eager to please as always. I go to the kitchen and bring you another helping of dinner and some bread. I tell you that as your belly gets full, I'll start removing items of clothing. Mine, and yours. I'll be checking the status of your tummy as you eat, seeing how tight it feels and noticing if you burp.

You can hardly contain your excitement. This will be so easy! You can't imagine that I've made too much more for dinner than I usually do, and you've had some pretty big binges on your own before you met me. You know you can handle whatever I have in store. Right?

You eat your second helping, and you still aren't feeling full. I can tell, and I quickly get you some more, refilling your glass of wine while I'm at it. After the third or fourth helping, you look down at your tummy, which is rounding out slightly. Still, you don't really feel that full yet. Maybe it's the wine, or how hungry you were, but you can't help but feel eager to eat more and more, and really show off for me.

Your button-down shirt is a little tight on your gut though, as are your pants, and you know I probably find that pretty hot. You look up at me, and you can tell that your assumption was correct. I'm staring very intently at your tummy, an intense quality to my gaze that you don't often see. You stifle a small burp and my eyes flash with excitement.

And so it begins, the real stuffing. I bring you more and more food, always keeping your plate full and your glass of wine topped up. I hover around you, feeling you up— squeezing and stroking your chest and belly as I see fit. My adoration of your body fuels your desire to eat MORE. You can feel my gaze on you, and it feels nice to have my full attention. You show off, eating with enthusiasm, not slowing down even though your pants are digging into your lower belly and you're desperate to unbutton them.

You begin to get a cute blush across your cheeks, the result of all the wine, or all the heavy food sitting in your belly. I insist that you stand up so I can check out your progress, and when you try to stand up the weight of everything you've eaten so far hits you full force. You slowly straighten, placing a hand on your belly and groaning softly. the movement forces a few small burps out of you, making you blush even more.

I come over and trace my hand over your stomach, which is feeling pretty tight and round, but not quite where I want it to be yet. I take the opportunity to go behind you and give you a big hug, gently kneading your gut until a few more burps come up. You ask if I will unbutton your pants, but I insist you can eat a little more before I do that. Instead, I take my bra off. When I bring you another serving, I place your hand on my tits, letting you feel how warm and soft they are through the fabric of my dress. I can hear your breathing become rapid, I notice you squirming in your seat, and I see the very horny and desperate look in your eye. I take your hand away and tell you firmly to eat.

If you eat, you can have all that and more. And you want that, don't you? So eat.

As you power through the next portion, you start to wonder just how much pasta I made, because so far it seems like I have a never-ending supply. You can't stop looking over at me, my titties bouncing a little every time I move to refill your plate. You take a deep breath and do as you were told, forcing down the rest of your portion. And then another. Now, you're really starting to feel full. Your tummy feels so tight and packed, and it's straining the buttons on your shirt. You find yourself tugging at your waistband a bit, but there's no give in these stiff, tight clothes.

When you're done, you lean back in the chair, breathing heavy. You moan something about how you can't eat another bite.

You can’t eat another bite? We both know that’s not up to you.

I strip you out of that tight, constricting shirt, and press on your tummy a little, poking it and giving it light little smacks as I giggle softly. You struggle not to burp. It feels decidedly full. You've rounded out to the point where you really LOOK stuffed-- anyone would be able to tell. Your belly was so normal looking when you came over, and here you are, round and bloated. I'm happy, but we aren't done yet.

I help you over to the couch, and you start to think I've taken mercy on you and am ready to just get you off. But I have other ideas. I sit you down on the couch then head back into the kitchen, returning with a plate of several brownies... your absolute favorite. Your eyes go wide and you shake your head a little, a slight moan escaping your lips. You want one, but... you're so so stuffed...

“I don’t know if I can handle anything else,” you moan, looking up at me. I give you a warning look.

I want you to finish everything. So that’s exactly what you’ll do.

I know you're struggling, so I grab a brownie and raise it to your mouth. It takes actual effort to open up and allow me to feed you, as you're feeling so lethargic and full. You burp a few more times, blushing as you realize these aren't average burps, these are the kind of burps you get when you're really nearing your limit. You can tell this is turning me on more than ever. And you can't help but be aroused by it all too. You begin to feel your pants get tighter, this time because you're getting hard. It's all just so overwhelming-- the way your stomach looks so round and swollen, the way you feel so incredibly stuffed... and then there's me, no bra, cute black dress, utterly fixated on you and your body. Adoring your fullness, feeding you brownies even though you don't know how you could possibly fit anything else in your gut.

You’re being so good. Just keep eating.

I notice that you're hard and begin to rub your crotch through your pants, eliciting some frustrated moans as you long to get your pants off, or at least unbuttoned. I finally relent, popping the button with ease and allowing your bloated tummy to spring out. I gently remove your pants so you're just in boxers. Then, I slip out of my underwear, so all I have on is this tiny silky black dress. I gently lower myself onto your lap, so we can both feel how excited you are... I give a soft sigh, and you know that's a pretty bold declaration of arousal coming from me since I'm normally so reserved.

I'm careful not to put too much pressure on your tummy as I straddle you, feeling your hips twitch beneath me as your body chases every little twinge of arousal. You hesitantly reach out and grab at my boobs, then, realizing that I want you to, you do so with more confidence. Your hands move down my body feeling my hourglass curves, your crotch pulsing with excitement. I continue feeding you, gently grinding against you and causing you to moan in pain from how full you are, but also pleasure from how good my body feels against yours.

Finally, we've somehow crammed the last brownie into you, and you gaze back at me with wide eyes. I can tell you're proud, but also kind of astonished that you managed this. I get down between your legs and give your tummy a few kisses, rubbing it gently. It feels very tight, and I know this is probably the biggest and most stuffed you've ever gotten with me.

I smile up at you, sighing with content. You stare back, looking nervous, breathless, but very aroused.

Look what we did to your tummy... look how full we got you! Isn’t it perfect?

I continue to stroke you, smiling at your stuffed, blissed-out look.

How do you feel?

You hesitate. You feel ready to burst, in multiple ways.

It feels so good, doesn't it?

You nod slowly, groaning, shutting your eyes and leaning back as my strokes get more intense.

You feel stuffed, and you love it, don't you baby?

You nod again, breathing heavy, but it's hard when your stomach is so packed full. You moan and groan, too full to be able to squirm, but desperately wanting to as my stroking gets more and more intense.

You feel stuffed and you love it. You can't deny it. You love this feeling. You love indulging like this, giving yourself over to hedonism, giving yourself over to me. So SAY it. You feel so stuffed, and you love it.

"I feel so stuffed... and I... I love it..." You nod eagerly, partially choking on your words as you cum, hard, waves of pleasure washing over you.

This won't be an experience you soon forget. In fact, as the dopamine and oxytocin floods your brain, all you can think of is how much you love being my good boy, my over-eager tummy slut, my plaything to fill up and toy with as I see fit. You love it.

I prefer to be sandwiched between the belly and her thighs, thank you — that's the post.

thigh pillow but she has to lift her belly to make room for your head