#bellyaz

[bellyaz]

“One more won’t hurt.”

Of course it will.

You’re already at your limit. Your gut is distended, your back is sore, you’re out of breath, and you can barely sit up. You’re already in pain because of your gluttony.

So obviously, having that extra boost, another slice of pizza, or something sweet to top off your gargantuan feast is gonna hurt.

But that’s what you want, right?

You don’t care how much it hurts. You just need to be a fat ass; you always feel the need to be completely packed and you do it at any cost.

No matter how many times you’re on the brink of purging, or how much your stomach stretches. However many clothes you destroy and outgrow, or stretch marks permanently alter your skin; it doesn’t matter.

Cause when you see the scale move up…

You can’t walk as far as you used to…

Strangers stare at you in public…

A meal for 2 isn’t enough anymore…

Your family and friends start dropping hints about how out of control your weight is (not knowing you’ve don’t this to yourself on purpose)…

you’ll know it was worth it.

So have another one. Have as many as you want need until it hurts.

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[bellyaz]

I really want to watch a girl who’s secretly into feedism get high and gorge herself.

I want to see her slowly lose inhibitions as the drugs take over her brain and she becomes too horny to care that I’m there.

I want to see her go from eating one bite at a time to shoving food down her face and moaning while she does it.

I want to see her sneak and play with her gut while she thinks I’m not looking.

I want her to burp and laugh it off like each one doesn’t make both of us wetter.

I want her to pull her shirt over her gut every 5 minutes.

I want her to raid the fridge after her huge meal… and snack… and a sweet treat… and a little bit of my food.

I want her to ask me if we should order some more food, knowing she really shouldn’t.

I want to playfully tease her about how much she ate already and I want it to embarrass her. And I want that embarrassment to fuel her hunger and arousal.

I want her to order more anyway, knowing she’s gonna feel like shit for letting her body get to the point of not even being full after filling her gut with pounds of food.

I want to tell her to order me something too so she won’t feel as bad, knowing I won’t be eating it. Why would I want to ruin my body by eating two meals when she’ll end up eating it anyway?

I want her to go to the bathroom while she waits to admire her new growth and masturbate.

I want to interrupt her right before she’s done so she can get the food. She won’t like the interruption but at least she can stuff her fucking face, so that’ll shut her up.

I want her to look at the massive amount of food in the bags and get horny.

I want her to keep eating even when she’s full. She knows it’s too much but… she’s soaking. And she has me for an audience, so obviously she has to finish.

I want her pussy to pulse every time she chews.

I want her to pull her shirt up, just a little bit. Again, thinking I didn’t notice.

I want her to go back to the bathroom when she’s done and finish off what she started.

Then after all that, I’ll ask her what all that moaning was.

[bellyaz]

CW: Teasing/Degradation

You have to feel at least a little guilty…

There’s no way you can look and eat the way you do and not be.

If not in the moments after you carry out the most sinful acts of gluttony, or even after you finish cumming yourself senseless because of how tight and sore your gut is, you have to feel guilty the morning after when you wake up and still have that feeling of slight fullness mixed with nausea… You know? Right before you gorge yourself again, cause you’ve convinced yourself that when you’re not filled to the brim and gasping for air, you’re not full.

When you’re in front of your family and they make little remarks out of love and concern, telling you how they go on walks, or how they’re trying this new diet they think you’d “like.” Isn’t it embarrassing?

The looks you get from them at holiday dinners don’t make your heart sink? That one distance relative who gets drunk and tells you how big you’ve gotten since the last time they saw you, but they’re joking of course. And your aunt bragging about how your cousin lost so much weight since they’ve started going to the gym.

When your smaller friends continuously bitch about how fat they are, and you realize you’re double almost triple their size. When they say it, the others instantly reassure them. But when you say it, they all kind of go silent or coo and tell you you’re still beautiful.

Aren’t you ashamed when you run out of breath laboring your weight back to your bed with bags of food to pack your gut? I mean, you get winded from eating.

When you hear your jeans creaking while you sit. When you keep tugging the bottom of your shirt in public, trying to keep it down. When you avoid the gaze of strangers, cause there’s something inside of yourself letting you know they’re staring and judging. When you rip and pop buttons on clothes that fit less than a year ago.

And the amount of money you spend on food is disgraceful. You could’ve used that money on so many things… bills, nutritious groceries, a vacation, a gym membership. Hell, by now you could’ve built a home gym with how much you’ve spend on your gut.

Any normal person would be disgusted with themselves. But you’ve cummed yourself into submission to your mound, right? And I can bet you’re eating or touching yourself right now.

What’s wrong with you?

[bellyaz]

You place your generous slice of cheesecake and a bottle of soda on your bed as you rolled your eyes, looking at the 3xl shirt your aunt bought you for your birthday.

“This shit looks like a blanket.” You scoff, holding it up to reveal its width.

She’s a “you’ll grow into it” type of person, so everyone in the family got their share of huge shirts that they’d end up just sleeping in. But with you it was different.

You’ve always been the chubby one growing up. So obviously, while everyone got sized up by one or two, yours were at least 3 sizes above what she thought you were. And as you got bigger, so did the shirts.

They always ended up fitting loosely, but it still did something to you.

You push these thoughts to the back of your mind and took a bite of the cake. You lick your fingers before deciding to try the shirt on.

You throw it over your head and to your surprise, it was a struggle to get it over your head. But, you don’t think much of it since everyone says you have a big head.

You get confused though, when the fabric felt tight around your upper arm. You force your other arm in and felt the familiar tightness then hear a creak.

You frown a little, feeling some worry. But you convince yourself that this certain brand of T-shirts had small sleeves. Duh. It happens all the time.

You successfully pull it over your boobs, even though it drags a little over your nipples.

It’s usually at this point when the shirt would fall over your stomach to your upper thigh…

But it didn’t this time.

This time it stops right by your belly button before you had to physically pull it down. This time you can see the imprint of your stomach and feel the fabric against your stomach…

And back rolls…

And you can feel the sleeve cutting into your fat arms.

You look at the mirror with your mouth agape, seeing the way the fabric clings to your body was alarming, but exciting?

“Oh my gosh.” You gasp, realizing that a 3xl shirt not only fit you, but was a bit tight. “When did I get this fat?”

[bellyaz]

1,000 mgs. pt. 3

She let out sharp, shallow breaths as he fondled her.

“Get on top of me.” He demanded, laying flat behind her.

She let out a low whine before following his instructions.

As soon as she was in position, he pressed his lips against hers.

He thursted up rhythmically, holding onto her back rolls while admiring the way her gut was slamming down onto his toned stomach, and her breasts, which were moving like they had a mind of their own.

She covered her mouth, trying to surpress her erotic groans.

He slowed down, now rocking her on the imprint of his dick. Her eyes were closed, oblivious to the hunger in his eyes from how out of breath she was.

“Jade…” he spoke lowly, snapping her out of her bliss.

“Hm?” She questioned before loooking down at the condom that Ky had slickly placed in front of her.

Her jaw dropped.

“No preassure.” He assured.

Without hesitation, she straddled his face in reverse so that her wetness was right above his face. Before he coud even get her shorts off, she reached in his pants and pulled his dick out.

She started stroking as he let a few profanities fly out of his mouth. He sent a firm slap to her ass, which was her cue to get to work.

She started slowly, teasing his tip by licking it and leaving a trail of light kisses down his length.

“Yes-“ he dragged, still slapping her butt and now jiggling her thighs.

She kept this up until he seemed desparate enough for her. She took half of him in her mouth and bobbed her head while he thrusted involuntarily.

He moved the fabric of her shorts out of his way before he pulled her glistening pussy towards his face. He put in the same effort she was, which made her slightly struggle.

Overwhelmed with how incredible she felt, he moaned into her; which made her completely give up.

“Mhm-“ he encouraged, mouth still attached to her.

She sat up and tried to turn around, but his grip on her was tight.

“Wait-“ she moaned.

He released his grip and she struggled to get on her feet. She took her shorts off then grabbed the now melted ice cream.

Ky got up too and took the pint from her before pushing her onto the bed.

He rubbed her gut while teasing her clit with his tip.

“You look huge, Jade.” He teased; a moan escaped her lips. “You look so wide right now… And you’re so fucking heavy.”

He pushed himself into her and they both gasped at the sensation.

“I remember when you was an itty bitty thing.” He cotinued. “How did you let yourself go so quickly?”

He started to speed up. She tried to use her hand as a barrier, but she couldnt reach around her stomach.

“Look at you…” He groaned. “Can’t even stop me from digging in yo shit.”

He brought his face to her neck, leaving kisses whilst thrusting harder.

“Fuck…” she panted before wrapping her legs around his waist. “Ky-“

He left a trail of kisses from her neck to her cheek before he shoved his tongue down her throat.

She groaned, “Slow down… I’m so full.”

He threw his head back, trying to control himself.

She held onto her belly before shaking it. His jaw dropped and he looked mesmerized.

She let out a burp, finallly feeling some relief.

“Can you feed me the ice cream?” She whispered, shyly.

He smirked before biting his bottom lip, “You so fuckin greedy.”

She bit hers too while her eyes rolled. The sentence alone made her pussy throb.

He spotted some body oil on the dresser and poured it all over her stomach before massaging it.

“Tell me what you ate tonight.” He said, continuing his slow stroked while rubbing and grabbing her gut.

She moaned, “I ha- had a chicken sandwich, some fries…”

She continued stumbling over her words as he delivered steady strokes.

“Fuck, mac and cheese… a large one. Shit, Ky!” He started going harder and it was almost too intense for her.

Thinking of everything she’d eaten and the fact that he was making her tell him about how much of a glutton she was, the way he felt inside of her, the heaviness of her bulging mound, and the fact that she still had more to go. It all mixed into her brain and became a mush of pleasure.

“Keep going, I know that’s not everything.” He teased before stopping.

“Don’t stop!” She begged.

“Uhn uh, keep talking.” He bent over and kissed her face and neck. “Keep talking, baby. Tell me whats in here.” He grabbed her belly.

Still inside her, he rubbed her gut.

Her eyes rolled back, “I had 12 wings too.. and then you gave me that food. And I ate it even though I was stuffed.”

“You’re so gluttonous.” He grunted, starting up again.

He held the pint over her mouth and she opened.

He smirked, and pulled it away from her. “So fucking greedy.”

She whined, desparate to glut down the rest of the pint and absolutely consumed in lust and pleasure.

Ky gave in moments later, itching to push her to her limits.

“Let me know when to stop.” He whispered.

He started slowly, only giving her small mouthfulls at a time until she spoke up.

“Mmm, keep going. I can take it.” She huffed.

He bit his bottom lip and followed her instructions. Ky watched in amazement as she gulped down the fattening liquid and observed her gut swelling in real time, all while he kept thrusting. He was reaching his peak.

The pint disappeared in no time and she was left panting and leaking.

[bellyaz]

Pasta & Lobster

(Inspired by @brownsugarxo1 )

“Good evening. James, table for two?” He said to the hostess who swiftly seated the man and his date.

“Right this way.” She replied.

“I’m suprised you recognized me.” She said as they headed to their table.

“How come?” He replied with smirk.

She grabbed her stomach on either side and squeezed it, making her outline more prominent, “I don’t exactly have my old stripper body anymore.”

The truth was, he almost didn’t recognize her. He was out grocery shopping one day when he ran into her. The first thing he saw was a stomach being constrained by tight little dress and the owner of that stomach pulling at the fabric around it. Then he looked up to see if the face matched the body. That’s when he finally recognized her.

He let out a low grin, “I could never forget that face, Princess.” He grabbed her chin and slickly swiped his middle finger across her newly formed double chin.

She blushed before sitting down at the booth. The new position made her stomach more prominent and it was starting to become harder than it already was for him to control himself.

She had her hair done in her signature style, wearing this little black backless dress that she looked like she had to squeeze into, which beautifully displayed her newly formed back rolls, bulging belly, and voluptuous breasts, and fat ass. Everything sat so perfectly on her.

He adjusted his pants before sitting down himself.

The waiter came to take their orders.

“I’ll just start with your chopped salad and a bottle of Moët for the table.” He said before looking at her.

Her eyes widen briefly.

“Uh, I’ll just have the Cesar salad, please.”

He shot her a confused look.

“You can order what you want. You don’t needa play shy.”

“Are you sure?” She smiled.

He nodded.

“Can I also get the crab stuffed mushrooms, crab cakes, and calamari.” She turned the page, “Oh! And an order of the garlic mashed potatoes.”

“Make that two please.” He interjected. “Any drinks?” He asked.

“Oh, a blackberry gimlet and a Coke, please.”

“Alright, I’ll have your drinks out in just a moment and your food should be out shortly after.” The waiter said with a smile.

We thanked him before he walked away.

She chuckled, “We can share if you’d like. I know that was a lot.” Secretly hoping he’d reject the offer cause she wanted it all to herself.

He shook his head, “Don’t worry bout it, that’s all you.”

“That’s why you were my favorite.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?”

She nodded whilst batting her eyes.

They spent a little while longer catching up and flirting.

“Your drinks, ma’am.” The waiter said, placing her drinks in of her. She thanked him as he placed their glasses down and poured the pair a glass of wine.

“Have we decided what we want for our entrees?”

“I’ll have the ribeye with a side of fries.” He spoke before looking at his date.

“You said whatever, right?”

“Whateva you want, princess.” He whispered back.

“Can I get the lobster surf and turf with the lobster Mac and the stuffed chicken breast with an order of fries, please?”

“Perfect, I’ll put these in. I’ll be right back with your appetizers.”

They had a little more conversation until their first round of food came out.

He watched her as she unconsciously licked her bottom lip and examine everything that was about to be put in front of her. But, before everything could be placed in front of her, she dug in. She picked up one of her crab cakes and took a healthy bite. She smiled as she chewed.

She took another bite before she noticed him staring at her. She put her food down and covered her mouth until she swallowed.

“Sorry,” she blushed. “I haven’t eaten all day… I got excited.” She lied, knowing that a few hours before her date she ordered a big plate of pasta and a half loaf of garlic bread from one of her favorite spots.

“You’re fine.” He said lowly, with a smirk.

After what felt like forever, all the food was placed and the waiter dismissed himself.

She wasted no time digging back in. He noticed her taking small bites and trying to savor everything, but he also noticed that it seemed to be… a challenge for her. Like she was holding herself back.

“Is the food alright?” He asked.

She nodded with a mouthful of food.

She covered her mouth, “It’s really good.”

“Just making sure. Looked like you were eating slow, so I thought there was something wrong.”

“No, it’s fine. I promise.”

“Good, you might wanna speed it up though, we may not have space on the table for the mains with all these plates here.” He said gesturing to her array of appetizers.

Something about his tone sent a tingle down her spine. It was like he was teasing her for ordering so much, but he still wanted her to eat more.

But, she did as she was told. She took bigger bites, up to three at a time, whilst keeping up their conversation. She did her best to finish up before the main events got there, even putting calamari on top of the mushrooms just to make everything go down faster. All the while, he kept her glass full of the wine that was starting to go to her head.

He could tell her inhibitions were lowering. She was chattier, more giggly, she had stopped excusing herself after her inevitable burps, and perhaps his favorite part, she had started holding onto her stomach.

She made her way through most of her starters before the mains came, leaving only half of the salad behind.

She mimed a clap as the waiter placed her food down, and once again, she imediately went after it.

She shoved a few fries in her mouth before drenching her steak and lobster in butter sauce.

Once again, he topped her glass off as he enjoyed the show.

She ran through the surf and turf in just over 10 minutes and was now working on the Mac and cheese. But, he noticed she was slowing down.

She huffed in between bites, “I’m starting to get full.”

“Aw, don’t say that.” He cooed. “I don’t want this night to be over yet.”

She smiled and tilted her head, “Who said it’s over?”

He licked his bottom lip, “Are you tryna get me in your bed?”

“Mmm, maybe.” She threw her glass back to her head, finishing the little bit that was left before circling the rim with her finger. “I might need another glass or two before I make my mind up.”

He poured her up another glass without breaking eye contact.

She continued staring him down as she polished off the glass in one go.

She then piled a glob of Mac and cheese onto her fork then slowly and seductively ate it.

He took his bottom lip between his teeth.

She smirked, she had him figured out.

“Mm, it’s so good… but it’s sooo heavy.” She groaned.

She noticed his eyes widen.

“How so?”

She shrugged, “You can just tell they used a lot of oil and cheese.”

“You want to send it back?” He asked, hoping she would say no.

“Nah, I like it like that.” She said before taking another hefty bite. “I know. I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.”

He snapped out of his trance, “Well, I’m glad you like it.” He stumbled.

“Ugh, Im gonna be so bloated later.” She giggled, as if she wasn’t already bloated.

He looked down and noticed her stomach starting to spill onto the table. He shifted in his chair, trying to control his arousal.

“What’s wrong with that?” He asked, once again topping her glass off. “Part of life.” He shrugged.

The waiter came back to check on the pair.

“Can I get you guys anything else?”

“Just a to-go box, please.” She said.

“I’ll take a box too, and the bill, please.”

“So…” she said eating the final bite of her side. “Your place or mine?”

Part 2?

[bellyaz]

1,000mgs

“Thanks, Ky.” Jade huffed, thanking her good friend/RA who held the door open for her as she walked waddled into her dorms with bags of food.

She barely got her reply out. Her mind was occupied with an edible that she described as “ain’t shit” about an hour ago and trying to balance the weight of her bags.

“Fasho.” He replied. “You clearly bouta eat good.” He joked.

She let out a quick laugh to hide her embarrassment.

She hadn’t realized how much she ordered. After her edible hit, she was mindlessly scrolling through Door Dash and adding whatever looked good to her cart.

“You know they be putting little ass orders in big ass bags.” She said, trying to deflect.

He gave her a knowing look and nodded.

“You need some help?” He asked right before she turned the corner.

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks tho.”

“Ight. Don’t forget room checks later!” He shouted as she scurried onto the elevator.

The walk to her room felt like forever. Her stomach was growling and she felt positively buzzed. She finally got in her room and placed her meals on the bed. She caught a glimpse of herself in her full body mirror.

“Mccht.” She sucked her teeth as she realized the bottom of her stomach was poking out of her hoodie and her shorts had rolled up.

A wave of embarrassment washed over her as she examined her new frame. She looked a whole lot different two years ago compared to now.

She was never skinny, but she stayed in shape. She even played intramural volleyball her freshman year. But she got lazy during that summer.

Now here she was, 6 months and 40 pounds later doing her Friday night routine.

Getting high, ordering a fuck load of food, then gorging herself.

She pulled her hoodie & shirt, (which recently stopped covering the underside of her belly) up so her stomach could be exposed. Her bottom lip was immediately tucked between her teeth as if it were an involuntary reflex. She used her middle and ring finger to jiggle the bottom of her belly before completely stripping her hoodie off and pulling her shirt that clung to her skin down.

She put her headphones on before tearing the food bags open and mindlessly shoving fries in her mouth while inspecting the rest of her orders.

She placed her feast in neat piles:

4 chicken sandwiches

12 boneless wings (easier to eat)

1 basket of fries

1 large mac and cheese

8 ranch dipping sauces

1 large Diet Coke (for balance of course), no ice

1 pint of Milk & Cookies ice cream

1 box of white cheddar Cheez it’s

She pouted as she reached into the empty fry container, not realizing she’d finished before she even got to sit down.

Placing her chair in front of her mirror, she sat down and spread her legs to make room for her stomach which already felt a little heavier.

She started with a sandwich. Her eyes rolled back as she took the biggest bite she could. The flavors were enhanced because of her inebriated state.

“Mmm,” a satisfied moan slipped out of her mouth.

She reached for a wing as she tried to rationalize her purchase.

The sandwiches were 2 for 1, I literally had to get them with the meal deal. She thought. And I only eat this crazy once a week. I deserve it.

She gulped down a quarter of her drink and let out a belch.

She giggled and excused herself before sticking her finger in her bellybutton.

I’ll save the two other sandwiches for tomorrow.

She finished off her sandwich whilst mindlessly scrolling through her social media before reaching for another one.

She cracked open one of the dipping sauces and poured it over her next bite. Another eye roll, moan, and a tap to the belly followed.

This process repeated itself until the second sandwich disappeared.

She pulled at the bottom of her shirt & the band of her bra, which was seemingly getting tighter and more uncomfortable with each fattening swallow.

She debated getting up to take it off but her greed overpowered this thought.

She cracked open the lid on the Mac and cheese before licking up a bite with her tongue. She chewed as she looked for a utensil in the bag but realized there were none.

“Always forgetting somethin’.” She whispered, annoyed.

She put the container up to her mouth and let gravity do the work until a mouthful of the greasy, gooey, fatty substance plopped her mouth. She poured some ranch directly into her mouth then put the rest on top of the remaining Mac & Cheese and decided she would finish it later when she got a utensil of her own.

Her focus was back on the wings. She plopped one into her mouth while still trying to take down the Mac and cheese.

“Fuck.” She exhaled between labored breaths, taking a break from chewing.

She placed her hand under her stomach for support. She suckef her fingers clean on the other hand before grabbing her gut from the side.

She whined, pouted, and squirmed at the sight in front of her. She looked like the definition of gluttony.

Her shirt was a little stained from the constant fondling, she could see the indent of the band of her bra was engulfed by her back rolls through her shirt, her shorts were basically hidden beneath her gut, and she was bloated beyond recognition.

This definitely wasn’t the biggest she’d looked, but it had been a while since she’d gone this far.

As she finally swallowed her food, she picked up her drink once again.

She pulled the band of her shorts over her gut and pulled her shirt down.

She turned to the side, lifted up her boobs with her arm, and started chugging.

She watched as her belly slowly but surely started poking out of her clothes. Every time she wanted to stop, she would simply look down and see more skin, and it gave her the push she needed to keep going.

Finally, she heard the rattle of the empty cup and threw it down before whining and burping uncontrollably.

She finally stood up to take her bra off but was taken aback by how much her gut weighed her down and how much of her skin was showing.

She hissed, finally begging to feel the effects of everything that was packed in her gut so far.

She couldn’t help but to slap, poke, and prod at her gut.

She pulled her shirt down but it bounced right back into place, exposing a good portion of her lower belly.

“Oh my god-“ she dragged before stuffing her finger into her bellybutton then shaking her distended gut.

She grabbed the ice cream that was partially melted and chugged it down whilst continuing her motion.

The creamy fattening treat coated her throat and started dripping down her chin a little.

She grabbed onto her belly as she continued taking gulps of the sweet treat.

She was so entranced in herself the she barely had time to react to the knock on her door.

“RA, swiping in.”

[bellyaz]

Snippet from my book that I forgot to post

When they met, Nicky was just a little chubby. She had wide hips, nice titties, and a little waist with a relatively flat stomach; it just had a little pooch at the bottom.

They found out their mutual interest a few months later after his homecoming game.

Their team won, everybody got drunk, and a few of his teammates and their friends ended up by him for an after party. Gradually, everybody left until they were there only two there. The two were close friends by then so it didn’t seem out of place for them to be alone together.

He ordered some pizza for them to share and they watched a movie until it came. During this time he really got to focus on every detail of her. Her tight little tube top, her shorts (which looked about a size too small) that the bottom of her ass cheeks were hanging out of, her slight double chin that was coming in, the little pucker her elbows had, and the way her thighs would spread and touch his ever so slightly when she sat next to him. But what stood out the most was how bloated she was getting off the drinks she had; and she had plenty.

She was a ditsy drunk. Not super sloppy, but just carefree enough to let out a couple of belches without caring about it. Snacking on the chips and cookies in his fridge and licking her fingers instead of wiping them off. Mostly oblivious to the fact that her tube top rolled up a bit a couple times throughout the night and she would go minutes without noticing before pulling it down and shooting a quick glance at Zay; probably feeling a bit of guilt in her moment of clarity. The way she swayed slightly while walking about and laughed at anything remotely funny that came out of his mouth was also enticing to him.

And the drinks had her bloated… extremely bloated. Her top was at least an inch above where it was at the game and her hoochie shorts rolled up so they fit like panties. If you didn’t know better, you’d think she was five months pregnant.

When the pizza came she practically swallowed half of a slice in one bite. Zay noticed and tried to look away, but the way she moaned while chewing made it hard for him. She slouched back on the couch where they were sitting and finished off her slice, making her bulge more prominent.

She giggled and asked him to pass her another.

He put two slices on a plate and gladly passed it to her, amazed at what he was seeing.

“Hmmm,” she dragged, “I have an idea.”

She stacked the slices and took yet another monstrous bite.

She let out a big belch mid-chew.

She covered her mouth, “Sorry.” She chuckled.

“Here try it.” She said reaching to feed him, which made her shirt fully ride up over her belly.

She immediately recoiled, struggling to hide her bulging belly. She pulled her top down three times before it stayed.

“Oh my god- I’m sorry.” She dragged, looking genuinely embarrassed.

His pants grew tighter.

“Nah, you good.” He said trying to play it cool.

He noticed her demeanor change and he felt bad for her. But, her embarrassment also aroused him.

He lifted his shirt up, “Look mine does that too.”

She let out a laugh followed by a snort.

“That’s different” she slurred. “You got these abs-“ She said rubbing his stomach.

She let a moan slip out.

He readjusted his pants.

“Belly is belly.” He shrugged off.

She rolled her eyes and chuckled, “That’s not a belly.”

She grabbed his hand and placed it on her gut, “This is a belly.”

She noticed he briefly furrowed his eyebrows and bit his bottom lip.

This is when she started picking up a vibe.

She’d always speculated that he was into chubby girls. His feed was filled with girls with a little extra stomach, the girls who he would talk to all had thicker bodies, and his friends would always joke that he “liked his girls BBW.”

Since hearing the rumor, Nicky would always fantasize about Zay fulfilling her fatty dreams.

Every once in a while, when she would stuff herself to her max, she’d picture him there rubbing her belly, feeding her, teasing her, encouraging her… the works.

She finished off her slices and put it to the test.

“Can you get me a cup? Ion feel like getting upppp.” She asked.

“Me neitherrrr.” He mocked before passing her the 2L of soda he ordered. “Just drink out the bottle, it’s only us here.”

She cracked the bottle open, closed her eyes, and started sucking down the carbonate beverage.

Each gulp made her stomach tighter. She was getting a little uncomfortable, but her throbbing pussy made it hard for her to stop. She was making a spectacle of herself, acting like a complete glutton in front of this D1 athlete and it turned her on like crazy.

Zay was getting hot too. He’d dream of scenarios like this all the time, but experiencing it in person was a whole new feeling. He was so caught up in the moment. From watching her fill her gut with fatty foods all night to seeing her chugging a quarter of the bottle in one sitting was mesmerizing.

She finally put the bottle down and started panting before letting out a few rounds of burps.

She unconsciously pushed her belly in to force some more out.

His jaw dropped.

“Oh, my b-URRRRP-ad.” She said with a slight tease.

She tried to sit up but plopped back down, she swung her weight again but still couldn’t manage to get up.

“Ugh, can you feed me?” She asked before letting out a huge belch, “I can’t get up, but I’m still really hungry.”

She knew she might’ve been on thin ice but she didn’t care. She was finally fulfilling one of her deepest sexual fantasies. She was soaked and her horny brain blocked out any shame receptors she had.

He got another slice and brought it to her mouth. She took a bite and he went to put it down until she protested. She took a few more bites until her mouth was packed.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her belly. The button on her shorts looked like it was crying out for help from how strained it was and her top was almost at the same spot as it was when she had the little hiccup earlier.

It didn’t take long for her to finish her slice before he reached for another one.

She turned her head, “That’s yours, I had four.”

“I’m not that hungry,” he answered quickly.

She chucked, “You can save it for tomorrow.”

“Nah, you can have it.” He said putting it to her face. “For real.”

She shrugged and opened her mouth before he shoved half of the slice in it.

She let out a noise of discomfort and he stifled a moan.

She clenched her thighs while chewing before putting her hands on her stomach.

“Ughh my stomach hurts.” She moaned. “This is so embarrassing, but can you rub my belly?”

“I gotchu.” He said immediately sitting closer to her and wrapping his arm around her.

He put the pizza down and rubbed the part of her stomach that was exposed, which was most of it.

“Mmm, thank you. That feels so much better.” She slurred before burping.

“Of course.” He replied.

“Damn, yo shit tight.” He chuckled in amazement.

She put her head on his shoulder and belched again. She bit her lip after, enjoying the experience.

Both of their breathings picked up. The sexual tension was thick.

“I don’t usually eat this much,” she admitted, “It’s only when I’m drunk… or high. Especially when I’m high.”

He chuckled, “So I gotta get you high, huh?”

“Mhm.” She moaned.

“Mhmm.” He replied.

He unbuttoned her shorts and she gasped as the bottom of her stomach spilled out.

“What are you doing?” She asked feeling slightly embarrassed, but very aroused.

“Shh.” He said before using his other hand to hold her chin up.

He put his thumb in her bellybutton and grabbed her pooch. She moaned as he moved his thumb around in there.

“You want me to stop?” He whispered.

She hesitated for a moment while he continued, “No.”

“I know.” He said pulling her in for a kiss.

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1,000 mgs Trilogy

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

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✨ BELLYAZ INTRO

Hey Luvvies!

I made this blog as an outlet for all my horny belly thoughts, to show love to my favorite feedees, and to advocate for the big girls (& guys) when needed. I might also repost or rant about stuff that doesn’t have to do with the kink.

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✨ Stuff to know:

• I AM NOT A FEEDEE!!! But, I do indulge in stuffing or bloating myself occasionally. You can find that content on my Patreon

• I’m in a relationship so I’m not here for romantic connections. My DMs are open to feedees & femmes, but other than that it is strictly for purchasing content (My asks are open! I’m more likely to reply to them than a dm). Please be respectful of that.

• I used to create content but shi got hectic (& the money wasn’t good) so I stopped

• I’m always open to asks, but again, be respectful

• I am not here for the bs. I’m a sweet heart but I will not tolerate any bigotry or ignorance. I’m here for the girls, gays, theys, sistas, cousins, and neighbors!

✨ Top 5

• Intox feedism

• Stretch marks

• Burps

• Bloating

• Encouragement/Humiliation

(See more below. I’m into inflation too, but I didn’t see it when I was filling it out😂)

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I can barely type a good caption cause I’m still so full. Would it be bad if I got some cereal rn? Anyway, new post up on Patreon

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Video available for all tiers

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Erm, free vid on Patreon for all tiers cause I’ve been inconsistent