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Warning: Belly Stuffing & Bursting
Alone on a Saturday night? God, you’re pathetic.
Morgan thought to herself, feeling rather bored, slouched on a couch. Her thoughts wandered into her fantasies, imagining wild adventures, fighting faraway creatures, and of course dining on delicious from all corners of the world. Her mind wanders on until a strange, drawn out noise snapped her back into reality. The source of the noise was her stomach, gurgling underneath her robes. She was hungry.
After shaking herself awake, Morgan grunted up onto her feet and made her way to the nearby kitchen, letting her stomach be the guide. There was some cooking done here recently, a lot of it as a matter of fact, she could smell it all in the air. Her friends seem to haave been busy with all this cooking for some odd reason, she didn’t care, she was hungry. She looked all around the kitchen, high and low, in search of the sweet, sweet smells when she finally found them in the oven. Should've been obvious, honestly, where else would it’ve been?.
She pulled the baked goods out of the oven and sorted them out across the counter. The sweet smell was so alluring that Morgan couldn't contain herself much longer and ended up stuffing one in her mouth ravenously, tasting every once of the soft dough in her mouth and the delicious sensation taking over her taste buds! She couldn't help but moan in pleasure. This was absolutely was divine!
"I'm sure they won't mind if I indulge myself a bit," Morgan told herself as she held a donut in both hands. She popped one in her mouth, chewing it in bliss. As she stuffed the other donut into her mouth, she grabbed another, making sure she always had one ready to eat. “Or maybe more… than a bit~”
She continued stuffing her open maw with more and more donuts, feeling herself beginning to fill up with all the dough the more she ate. Once she had finished up all of the donuts, her hands quickly searched for the nearest tray of baked goods. Once she got a hold on to some cream puffs, she quickly snatched them and fed herself as she slide over to the tray full of the goods.
The more she ate, the fuller she got and in no time, the robe that draped over her curvy figure now tightened as her belly began to fill it out. She gave her gut a firm pat, smiling to herself as she brought another cream puff to her mouth.
The empty trays soon began to pile up as the time went on. The more trays Morgan found, the more delectable pastries she ate and the bigger her gut got. She soon felt the weight of her midriff slow her down and the size of her belly began getting in the way of the other trays. Defeated by her own size, she knelt down, resting on top her swollen belly. If she can't reach the pastries, then she might as well just enjoy the sensation of her over fed gut, she thought to herself. Feeling the tight fabric stretch across her massive gut. She felt bliss as her fingers glided across the surface of her belly. She also felt thirsty, very thirsty! Maybe there was something in the fridge to quench her extreme thirst.
It wasn’t that extreme.
Reaching for the fridge, she managed to pry it open and see what's inside. She spotted a fresh cold bottle of soda on the nearest shelf. She reached out and somehow managed to grab hold of it. Cracking open the cold one, she happily chugged the bottle, feeling the cold refreshing drink fill out the small spaces within her gut, enjoy the fuzzy sensation spread across her stretched, thin skin. She giggled as she continued chugging, enjoying the swollen sensation.
Once she was finally done, she dropped the bottle and felt her insides bubble and gurgle as the gasses within her began expanding her gut to bigger dimensions. She groaned at this all too familiar sensation, feeling the pressure build up beneath her tight skin. Oh, how she hoped she was be able to enjoy this euphoric sensation a bit longer before the inevitable happened. Her belly was groaning louder and louder, a dangerous rumble building up beneath the surface of her skin. Oh boy, it's gonna happen soon, can’t stop this now.
She caressed her belly softly, running a finger over her taut skin, wanting to feel the bliss spreading through her body one last time. She opened her mouth to let out a moan until, "hic!" She hiccuped, a violent jolt rocking the very foundation of the overtaxed orb, a sound like a metallic haul bending under pressure and then she...
KAAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Exploded in a messy, carbonated explosion. This is gonna be a pain to clean once the others return.
Alone on a Saturday night? God, you’re pathetic.
Morgan thought to herself, feeling rather bored, slouched on a couch. Her thoughts wandered into her fantasies, imagining wild adventures, fighting faraway creatures, and of course dining on delicious from all corners of the world. Her mind wanders on until a strange, drawn out noise snapped her back into reality. The source of the noise was her stomach, gurgling underneath her robes. She was hungry.
After shaking herself awake, Morgan grunted up onto her feet and made her way to the nearby kitchen, letting her stomach be the guide. There was some cooking done here recently, a lot of it as a matter of fact, she could smell it all in the air. Her friends seem to haave been busy with all this cooking for some odd reason, she didn’t care, she was hungry. She looked all around the kitchen, high and low, in search of the sweet, sweet smells when she finally found them in the oven. Should've been obvious, honestly, where else would it’ve been?.
She pulled the baked goods out of the oven and sorted them out across the counter. The sweet smell was so alluring that Morgan couldn't contain herself much longer and ended up stuffing one in her mouth ravenously, tasting every once of the soft dough in her mouth and the delicious sensation taking over her taste buds! She couldn't help but moan in pleasure. This was absolutely was divine!
"I'm sure they won't mind if I indulge myself a bit," Morgan told herself as she held a donut in both hands. She popped one in her mouth, chewing it in bliss. As she stuffed the other donut into her mouth, she grabbed another, making sure she always had one ready to eat. “Or maybe more… than a bit~”
She continued stuffing her open maw with more and more donuts, feeling herself beginning to fill up with all the dough the more she ate. Once she had finished up all of the donuts, her hands quickly searched for the nearest tray of baked goods. Once she got a hold on to some cream puffs, she quickly snatched them and fed herself as she slide over to the tray full of the goods.
The more she ate, the fuller she got and in no time, the robe that draped over her curvy figure now tightened as her belly began to fill it out. She gave her gut a firm pat, smiling to herself as she brought another cream puff to her mouth.
The empty trays soon began to pile up as the time went on. The more trays Morgan found, the more delectable pastries she ate and the bigger her gut got. She soon felt the weight of her midriff slow her down and the size of her belly began getting in the way of the other trays. Defeated by her own size, she knelt down, resting on top her swollen belly. If she can't reach the pastries, then she might as well just enjoy the sensation of her over fed gut, she thought to herself. Feeling the tight fabric stretch across her massive gut. She felt bliss as her fingers glided across the surface of her belly. She also felt thirsty, very thirsty! Maybe there was something in the fridge to quench her extreme thirst.
It wasn’t that extreme.
Reaching for the fridge, she managed to pry it open and see what's inside. She spotted a fresh cold bottle of soda on the nearest shelf. She reached out and somehow managed to grab hold of it. Cracking open the cold one, she happily chugged the bottle, feeling the cold refreshing drink fill out the small spaces within her gut, enjoy the fuzzy sensation spread across her stretched, thin skin. She giggled as she continued chugging, enjoying the swollen sensation.
Once she was finally done, she dropped the bottle and felt her insides bubble and gurgle as the gasses within her began expanding her gut to bigger dimensions. She groaned at this all too familiar sensation, feeling the pressure build up beneath her tight skin. Oh, how she hoped she was be able to enjoy this euphoric sensation a bit longer before the inevitable happened. Her belly was groaning louder and louder, a dangerous rumble building up beneath the surface of her skin. Oh boy, it's gonna happen soon, can’t stop this now.
She caressed her belly softly, running a finger over her taut skin, wanting to feel the bliss spreading through her body one last time. She opened her mouth to let out a moan until, "hic!" She hiccuped, a violent jolt rocking the very foundation of the overtaxed orb, a sound like a metallic haul bending under pressure and then she...
KAAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Exploded in a messy, carbonated explosion. This is gonna be a pain to clean once the others return.
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Goth Blowup at Goth IHOP
(the following story contains gassiness, goths, bloated bellies and non-fatal popping.) The franchise wars had begun, with dwindling sales and low footsteps. Restaurants and chains needed to innovate. Menu changes weren’t enough though, it was time to unseal the box. A box buried by internet trends many a year ago. The trend was themed franchises. The first to rise was femboy Hooters, a drastic boost to the free falling wing spot. And with that the floodgates opened, monster girl Mcdonalds, tomboy Outback, waifu Waffle House. All of them were behemoths crashing onto the scene. But one rose above the rest, the latest to the party, but the strongest contender. Goth IHOP. Trinity could already see the line building up around the store. Every Saturday was the same, from open to close. People booked out around the block to get that kitschy goth style. Dismissive apathy, endless chains and a gallon of black eye shadow. Trinity had been there going on a month now and without
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Sylvia was stuffed. There was no doubt about it. Her belly was taut, bloated, and filled to the brim with just about everything in her pantry that she could eat. At 2:30 in the night, however, that was a lot.
She had done it once again. Not even a week ago, she had discovered that she had some kind of kink for stuffing herself silly. Whenever she overate, the feeling in her belly didn't hurt as much as it turned her on, as disgusting as that sounded. So, every night, she had begun these "kitchen raids" to push herself to her limit, consuming quantities of food that would match several days worth of food for everyone else in her family.
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Shay tossed her red braid of hair over her shoulder and munched down her last slice of cheese pizza, the delicious food lacking its savory flavor and instead tasting quite mundane. She wouldn't have usually complained at the taste of the pizza otherwise -
- had it not been her twenty-fourth slice.
She demolished the last slice to get it over with and leaned back on her bed, tossing her third empty pizza box aside. Both hands drifted down to her distended belly as it struggled to contain the massive amount of food she had eaten, along with the liter and a half of cola she had chugged down with no second thoughts.
"Ohhh... my poor tummy.
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