[ CW// POV Inflation, popping ]
Contains voodoo inflation!
A sudden *BANG* rings out the fairground, catching your attention rather suddenly. You spot a crowd gathered around one of the seemingly infinite number of vendor stalls, and squeeze your way to the front. On the charcoal black pavement before you lies countless pieces of what appears to be rubbery confetti.
“Step on up, win a prize! Be careful though, you face an explosive demise!” touts the woman running the stall. You’re not quite sure what she means by that. She is wearing a long purple tophat, and has a crooked smile plastered on her t
Bursting Bellies and Buttons - 1 by Blingboi456, literature
Literature
Bursting Bellies and Buttons - 1
*Ding Dong* rang out from the door. The pizza delivery man outside was struggling as he held 20 boxes of pizza & other desserts in his two arms, just for one apartment. Must be a pretty big party, he thought but there was no murmuring, music or light coming from the door. He sighed happily as he heard the shuffle & creaking of the door opening. He looked down to see a short bronze-toned woman, with brown eyes behind some thick glasses. Her clothes were all buttoned up & professional, but make-up went her cheeks like she had cried. She cant be that sad, he thought and as he saw a yummy home-made chocolate cake. He looked back at the woman in front of him, a woman who would need no use for all this food. The young lady blushed at the delivery man's peering and took the pizzas of him, relieving him of the burdening weight on his arms. She then squeaked out a small thank you and started to close the door behind her. The man managed to put his foot in the door and hands her a note of his number, before asking, "Do you mind if I ask your name?" "It's Sarana." She said, before awkwardly smiling, closing the door & pocketing the note. Sarana had layed out a large amount of food, from pizza to ice creams to chocolate. All for her to gorge on until her buttoned shirts bust. The thought had made all of her self doubts fall away, to be replaced with thoughts of rebellion & arousal. She was just fired from her job for questioning a major choice in the meeting, and the idea of ripping her work clothes apart by stuffing herself past their strength was a likened to standing against them (and got her horny). She stood in front of her mirror, studying herself before the stuffing session. Black messy hair, Brown deep eyes, tears stained make-up, an hourglass figure, a tight blue buttoned shirt & petite buttoned shorts. She sat herself up on the couch, with a game of the Sims on & food all around her, in arms reach. She quickly & sobbingly ate through a cheesy pizza slice, delecting in its every cheesy bite & pleasured by each bit packing her rumbling tummy. The next slice of pepperoni was gone in a few seconds, & the next & the next. The meaty goodness on her lips & on her tongue had only left her greasy mouth & fingers fiending for more. She found a pizza box of meatlovers pizza & decided to roll it up & eat it from one end to the other, a brilliant idea. As she did so, the crunchy saucy chomps from each big but quick bites were followed up by an exhilarated gulp & swallow. As she was deepthroating the last bit, her right hand was single handedly playing the Sims, grinding Simoleons. Sarana moaned heavily, shuddering as she felt the last bit of meatlovers slide down her throat & join the growing collective in her belly. The buttoned shirt was starting to tighten, chafing Sarana as she reached for the bottle of mountain dew on the other side of the couch. She unscrewed the top & swirled it vigorously before putting it too her mouth. The fizzy liquid thundered quickly down her throat, nearly a fourth of the bottle getting swigged down before Sarana was unable to keep going. The new found sloshing weight & gas made her stomach churn angrily, forcing a large bubble of gas out the mouth. Serana didn't even bother stopping the burp, letting out a *BWOURRRPP* so large it shook her entire body & room. Her eyes rolled up in glee & pleasure, enjoying her own unfiltered gluttony. Just before another burp was about to come up, the bloated girl quickly snatched the bottle & chugged it yet again. The remaining mountain dew was slowly drunk, a great gulp every second. With each gulp, her belly moved & quivered, yet restrained by the thin work shirt. The bottle fell onto the floor, empty, with a water balloon of a person burping & moaning on the couch. The shirt started to stretch slightly, the sound of the fabric slowly pulling apart. By the next pizza box, the soon to be butter ball was holding 3 slices stacked up on each other with ice cream between them. As the ice cream dripped down her arm and onto to her leg, she would lick it up & then take a bite of the ice cream pizza sandwich. The icy goodness & fresh hot cheese mixed well with one another, making a symphony of taste. She was so lost in its flavour, one of her sims characters burnt to death & her shirt finally started to unravel. A button struggled, holding the shirt together tightly. The button was then sent flying as the final straw was added on the camel's back, one last bite of the sandwich falling into the belly boiling pot. Sarana smiled triumphantly, ice cream all over her face & grease all over her fingers. She saw the chocolate cake she had cooked, a hands reach away. As Sarana stretched all of her arm, the top button burst off before bouncing on the floor. The plate of cake was then only pushed further away by the shock of Sarana from the loud sound of the button. As she struggled to lift herself up to get the cake, her very last button popped off & imbedded itself in the wall. Sarana's belly finally spilled out, on to her lap like a tight basket ball, still sloshing around & definitely not full. The gorged lass got her massive cake & rested it on her tummy, like a table. She was amazed by it, how it jiggled & gurgled with simply a poke & how it was larger than a woman's belly in the 3rd trimester. Now she saw the large chocolate cake she had laid on top of her belly, its sugary sweetness & cocoa smell making her drool. Not bothering for hands, she simply bent her head down & tried to bite down on a bit. But her massive tum restricted her movement, forcing Sarana to use her hands. She greedily ripped a handful of the cake, her hand covered in chocolate. The handful went straight to her mouth, chewed up & swallowed happily. She looks at her fingers & licks off the chocolate happily. In another 38 minutes, her sims family was dead whilst all that was left of the cake was small crumbs, & chocolate all over the pigging lady. Another hour, the last 7 pizza boxes were empty & Sarana's belly quivered & shook then ever before. She pushed her palms against it, feeling the churning, twisting, gurgling & turning of it, like a living machine. Then she pushes her hands harder into the human balloon, feeling as a whole bunch of gas is moved & escapes her belly as a hearty 3 second long burp. Sarana stares down happily at the belly, her eyes glazed over in hornyness & splendid pleasure. She reaches her hands under her belly & starts to lift it up slowly. The belly gurgles louder & louder as the belly gets higher & higher, & Sarana could feel the food churn at the bottom of her belly, pizza & chocolate cake mixed into an acidic slushy. Then as the heavy belly released more gas, she let the belly drop. As it dropped, she felt all the contents spill & splash within, a strange arousing feeling on the belly. Then it hit her thighs, before wobbling up & down like a water balloon hitting the ground. All that movement caused a massive **BWORRURRUUU4URPPPP4P** That reverberated across the entire room, & through the hotel. She heard as her neighbours & more stirred angrily or woke up in unison. As they nearly all went back to sleep, another big amount of gas started to come. She held her mouth shut, only letting the burp in little bits. After the gas had receded, Sarana started to feel the symptoms of no sleep in the middle of the night, but she decided to try & stave it off by reaching for some ice cream across the couch. As she drowsily reached for the tub, her arm went limp & Sarana was asleep, her massive belly hanging off the side of the bed; expanded & deflating with each snore & breath. Her once buttoned work shirt, laid ruined, like a open curtain only covering her breasts. Sarana hadn't realised it, but underneath her belly, her shorts had also ripped & unbuttoned. There she slept, nearly naked & heavier than a walrus. Sarana woke up with a startle, a loud alarm ringing. She reached for her phone, eyes half open as she turnt it off. I had the weirdest dream, getting that fat, imagine that, she thought. Might as well get ready for work, Sarana thunk, going into the bathroom. For some reason it took a while to get in, must be her arms getting in the way, she thought up tiredly. So as she brushed her teeth tiredly, she looked at her reflection to see a massive belly, squishing against the cabinet infront of her. The events of last night hit her like a truck, her losing her job & enjoying a night of hedonism & gluttony. The depression of her job loss still hung heavy over her until she remembered the note in her pocket. A phone number & a love heart. Her day was set. (Should I continue this character's story or go for more standalone stories? I think this was pretty good)
Soda Belly vs Dirt Road (a belly inflation story) by PrettyMuchCrazy, literature
Literature
Soda Belly vs Dirt Road (a belly inflation story)
THIS STORY INCLUDES: - Belly inflation/ expansion - Belly worship >< Characters: Dallas - he/him, a jock who can't refuse a challenge, a sweetheart and secretly a sub Jessie- they/ them (you can insert your preferred gender), Dallas' partner and current designated driver, an introvert but gives sexy caregiver vibes >< >< >< "Chug!! Chug!! Chug!! Chug!!" the crowd cheered as Dallas and his friend Joey raced to be the first to drink a 2 liter bottle of Pepsi. They rapidly swallowed gulp after gulp as their bellies slowly rounded and they downed their sodas within a matter of seconds. Dallas finished a split second before Joey, yelling out in celebration with the crowd. Jessie smiled as Dallas waddled over to them a few moments of victory later. "Now we can go home?" Jessie chuckled, proud of their tipsy partner. The crowd dispersed and the party picked up around them. "Now that I won? Yes," Dallas smiled at them, putting his shirt back on and holding his belly as he burped quietly. They both left the party and climbed into Jessie's truck, pulling away from the party to head back to their rented cabin. Dallas' belly gurgled here and there as the soda settled in, making it look a bit squishier. "How you doin' big boy?" Jessie asked after noticing Dallas lightly holding his stomach. "I'm good. Just a bit bloated," he blushed at Jessie's nickname for him. The bumps and turns in the road made Dallas' stomach rumble and he soon started bracing for every stop and go, his poor belly growling as he tried not to burp a lot. "You're getting pretty loud over there," Jessie teased, glancing over to him. They blushed when they noticed that Dallas' belly was bigger than last time they looked. His shirt had ridden up a few inches and his belly rumbled. "Y-yeah... Could you drive a bit gentler? My gut..." Dallas groaned, rubbing his distended belly. "I'll try, but we're almost to the dirt road..." Jessie smiled a little as they realized what that would mean for Dallas. They started feeling a little warm in anticipation, wishing they were the one rubbing that bubbly gut. "Oh shit," Dallas breathed out as he braced his stomach with both hands. "I-I don't know if that's a good id-" The truck hit the dirt road before Dallas could finish what he was saying, instantly bouncing the two of them up and down. Jessie tried driving gently, but there were lots of rocks and bumps. Dallas' stomach growled loudly as it expanded a bit, all of the carbonation getting released inside him. "Oh God-!" Dallas whined as he held his inflating belly. He burped loudly, rubbing his huge stomach. Jessie blushed harder, stealing glances when they could. They smiled at Dallas' groans and gurgles, starting to drive over the dips in the road intentionally, which Dallas definitely noticed. "Jessie?! My-my bell-UuUrRrpPp!!" Dallas belched out, his belly shrinking a little at the release. "I know~" Jessie smirked and reached over to rub Dallas' bulging stomach. The car continued to bounce, jostling the two around as they made their way down the dirt road to the cabin. Dallas' belly got louder, rumbling and groaning as he held its' stretching form. His shirt had ridden half way up and the seatbelt started feeling tight around his growing gut. "I don't think I can hold much more," Dallas moaned as he tugged at his seatbelt, giving his stomach more room. "You've got more room, big boy," Jessie teased as they squished Dallas' belly. He whined at the added pressure but realized he was pretty aroused by Jessie's desire for him to grow. "And don't burp too much out," Jessie added with a smirk. "Anything for you, babe," Dallas blushed deeply, focused on his bubbling belly. His pants creaked under the growing waistline, threatening to tear. He tried to reach down to undo the button, but before he could, it popped off with a loud snap. "Getting pretty big there~" Jessie teased as they continued rubbing Dallas' belly. They loved seeing him so ginormous. "I-I don't think I've ever been so huge!" Dallas smiled, pleased with how big he was getting. "We're almost home, big boy. Then I'll take good care of you~" they smiled. Dallas was extremely turned on, his stomach practically roaring. A few moments later, Jessie pulled into the driveway of the cabin, unbuckling themself to face Dallas and truly take him in. "Damn, you're so massive~" Jessie leaned into Dallas, rubbing his distended, upset belly. His stomach was so big and tight it might as well have been a beach ball. "I can barely move, I'm so full," Dallas blushed as Jessie began touching him. They were massaging his tummy with one hand and playing with his hair wth the other. "Don't worry, baby. You don't have to," Jessie smirked as they let their hand slide from Dallas' lower belly to over the bulge in his pants. He gasped and bit his lip to keep himself from moaning out loud. "Hey now," he half pleaded for more. "I said I'd take good care of you~" Jessie smiled as they pressed on Dallas' lower belly. He let out a small moan, trying not to be too loud in the car. Jessie moved the pressure to Dallas' upper belly, forcing him to burp. "Let's go inside," Jessie smirked. "Anything you say," Dallas smiled excitedly. >< >< >< Author's Note: I recently went for a ride in a big truck that was SERIOUSLY bouncy and it sparked the idea for this story. I personally LOVE it, but comment what you guys think! (Or any ideas for future stories you'd like to read) - PrettyMuchCrazy ;)
Keg Belly
Walking through all of the rooms in the large fraternity house I couldn't help but feel at little disappointed. The weekly Saturday afternoon kegger was well underway and I had not yet run across any great beer bellies. The parties here usually featured at least a few young, muscular men with impressive gut development. True, there were several decent bellies; stretching tight T-shirts or poking out from under cut-off football jerseys; but nothing really spectacular.
I turned the corner and ran into one of the fraternity "brothers" that I knew. Long dark hair, a goatee, and the requisite black T-shirt and boots completed his loo
Inflation, rapid expansion, belly torture, micro i.e. G/t, bellyaches and noises, etc. A tiny’s sadistic keeper forces him to drink a ton of vinegar and chase it down with a whole bottle cap full of baking soda, then sits back and enjoys the results.
“P-please, I don’t think this is such a good ide--” The tiny’s plea is cut off by another sudden swell of his tummy as the human quite forcefully squeezes the eyedropper in his mouth, shooting a harsh stream of vinegar right down his throat and all the way into his little stomach without him even swallowing. He moans and rubs at the grape-sized swell when the human p
“Heya fatso! Let’s go and clear the snow already!” My horrible cousin yelled out to me as she was grabbing her red and white, puffy snow boots. It was so crazy that someone so bratty could say something that made my heart race so much. I was dirty, so dirty-minded that I could be insulted and love it. I was about to truly satiate my sinful desires by stuffing myself so much. Still, on the outside we were doing such a menial task: clearing the snow from the driveway. “Hey, snow shovel, hurry up!!” The girl shut the front door. I stood there in silence. My heart was racing. My legs were weak. My belly gurgled. It knew what was about to happen to it. —— Basically, I was there for the weekend. My mom, dad, uncle and his wife were out together celebrating an adults only, Christmas Eve’s Eve. Whatever they do, it doesn’t involve their children and Grandma. For some reason, statuses such as just graduating the senior year of high school and being in the senior years of life somehow don’t account for adulthood. And with the fact that my uncle’s manipulative child, Tania, was only seven years old, the three of us were going to have a girls night. But it was kind of a lame girl’s night. Grandma took naps, played the piano and occasionally baked a yummy treat— well, yummy treats are something I love too much for it to matter. I loved food in general. Specifically, eating it. Specifically-er, eating way too much. And my body was proof. I was pushing 5’ 5” and, with my last big meal where I visited an all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant (a gift from my parents), reached 342.3467238701 lbs. Yes. I keep track of my weight to the ten-millionth place. The point is, I’m fat. I had my biggest amount of weight gained this whole year, so my uncle was definitely surprised when seeing me. Tania, especially. Her first words, when meeting for the first time in a while, were “Hey… Laynie. How much can you fit in your massive stomach?” That definitely set the scene silent for a few seconds. Luckily it was broken by a light-hearted, “She ate the neighbors’ dog the other day. She’s a big girl!” Of course, everyone laughed but loved it a bit too much. My parents didn’t seem to really think or care about my weight gain. Whenever I asked my mom and dad for bigger meals they said ok. Sometimes my mom would catch me on the floor stuffed with leftovers at midnight and would just tell me to clean up when I finished. When my appetite started getting big, when me and my dad would go to the store for groceries I’d stick a half gallon tub of ice cream or a dozen donuts in the shopping cart and he would just laugh. I had them to rely on with my weight gain journey. Tania, on the other hand, made fun of me and my chub. She’d pull my shirt up to expose my belly at the dinner table. She’d smack my fat, wide ass and grab my full boobs through my clothes at least every hour. She’d randomly shove a treat into my mouth jeering, “Melissa’s a chubster!” It was funny at first and I played along but it did annoy me a bit. However, after I brought the issue up with my parents they told me to let it go because she was just a kid and, the more I thought about it, I did. So now we find ourselves back at our original situation. I had put on snow black and pink pants and shoes as Tania ran out the front door. I was wearing a long sleeved Christmas tee and was just about to cover when the girl barged back in. “You don’t need that,” said Tania, “you remember your new name?” I looked at her confused. “Snow shovel! Your name is, snow shovel. And why are you names snow shovel?” “B-because,” I blushed and closed my eyes, “I’m about to clear the driveway of snow!” Tania patted my bent down head, “Good job. Now, snow shovel doesn’t want to have a big heavy jacket on if she wants to maximize her space for holding snow, does she?” “Of c-course not!” She had me walking towards the door, her behind me pushing my rear, “Then let’s go! Bye Grandma! We’ll see you in a bit!” Grandma yelled from the kitchen, “Be safe you two! Come have hot chocolate when you’re done so you can warm up!” “We will!” —— We opened the door and saw a clear, blue sky. It had snowed the night before so it was somewhat powdery but the sun was compacting it together throughout the morning. It was probably at a good 5 inches in height and it shone brightly against the solar light. It was untouched and perfect. I stood on the porch, taking in all of the snow’s beauty. “It’s so pretty…” Suddenly, I was pushed forward by Tania and lost my balance, landing in the snow. She bellowed, “Get to work already, snow shovel!” It was already happening. The snow soaked into my Christmas tee but I couldn’t tell if it was freezing or not. With all the oxytocin and adrenaline running through my veins, I was too hot to notice. I picked myself and stood on all fours. My belly jiggled as it touched the snow. “Take a bite! Clean up the driveway!” I licked my lips and exhaled. I lowered my head, like a cow does to take a bite of grass. I made my mouth as wide as it could. And I took a bite. That was the first cold I felt. As it touched my cheeks, the snow in my mouth and the snow that was stuck on the outside, it melted and dripped down my face and onto my neck. That was the first bite of snow. “Snow shovel! Take another bite!” With her foot, she shoved my face back into the snow. I let out a groan. I took another bite of the frozen water. And another. And another. Another another another another another another another AND another. Maybe it was the fact that it had no taste. I was used to feeling flavor fatigue from my many stuffings before and those would stop a lot of magnificent streaks. Maybe it was the fact that it had no calories so, I wasn’t really making my body work other than having to heat the ice in my stomach. Or maybe… it was Tanya. She was forcing me to go at an incredible speed. She only gave me time to take one breath after every five bites. Her foot, controlling most of the operation, pushed my head down and let it up. And she was unwittingly saying the hottest things that pushed me further. “Just swallow. It’s not possible for you, snow shovel, to do anything other than that.” “I can’t believe that snow shovel is able to walk or, really, a human like you for that matter. “Snow shovel! You hear me? Keep going! A true snow shovel shouldn’t take time to breathe.” My stomach had been filling up with the snow and it was starting to show. As it reached about half way full the chub of my belly was pressing into the snow even when I was at the very top height of being on my fours. And Tania was still going strong. I, on the other hand, was starting to slow down. —— I could eat a ton. It wasn’t like I had the perfect genes passed down from the perfect specimen. Still, I could possibly rival many top eaters in the world. I had an average teenage metabolism (which was why I gained weight at a pretty good pace) but my stomach’s capacity was the true thing that shined. And, when reaching a little less than halfway through the driveway snow, said stomach capacity was reaching its top. I could fit more but I needed to pause. My stomach could only shine for so long. It was just Tania that I had to convince. I picked my head up to speak but my body hadn’t been ready for me to talk, “…” “What are you doing, snow shovel? Get back to work!” Tania took to her role well. Still on my fours, I shook my head. “You’re too full, snow shovel?” I let out a cold burp. “Hmm… we still have so much to go… well, I guess you could take a rest.” Lazily smiling I fell to my side. My tongue was out to the side like a dog and my mouth was open, trying to make burps escape my lips easier. “Full…” the only word that escaped my lips. Yep. I was in the “lay off physical activity for a little while or else you might tear” mode. I had no idea how I was going to finish the rest but that was a problem that 10-minutes-in-the-future me would have to deal with. Right then was the time to tend to my cold, full belly. My belly actually felt cool to the touch. Instead of it being the chubby, warm, fluffiness that it had been 30 minutes ago, it was a taut snowball. And, boy, it was lowering my body temperature as well. If I didn’t focus I’d find my teeth chattering. I probably needed to go inside soon. My rest time flew by, “Hey, get up. I have an idea” I heaved myself to my feet and felt the weight of my belly in full. It was very hard to stand up straight even with all of the counter-weight on my backside. “We,” the bossy girl started, “are about to make a snowman!” Tania pushed me onto my knees and pointed at the rest of the driveway snow. Back to work, although, it’s relatively better work compared to what I was doing before. Not that I minded overstuffing myself. It was hard to even start the snowman. My belly sloshed every time I moved and it always put a strain on my stomach. Ooh I loved the pain. The physical pain from my taut tummy. The physical pain from getting kicked around by Tania. I thought becoming a feedee/gainer made me a masochist. Again, I didn’t mind it. But maybe that was the masochist speaking. It took everything in me to haul the massive snowballs on top of each other but, as I finished, I couldn’t help but feel proud given my physical state. “Now, eat it.” Those words made my eyes widen. What a deviously smart brat. It was hard to believe that she was just doing this for fun now. She seemed to know all too well that the things she had me do would have me angry at her. Of course, stuffing myself wasn’t the angering part but it was the fact that she, so easily, had me wrapped around her finger. With a face as red as Rudolph’s nose, I obliged. As I sunk my teeth into the snowman’s packed shoulder my body was really starting to shiver. Hours had passed since we first came outside and so did the clouds; all of them were now in front of the sun. It didn’t help that my stomach was filled with ice and freezing water. Grandma’s hot cocoa was really starting to sound good now. My legs gave out after I’d gotten down to the snowman’s rib cage area. I was starting to feel ill. “Snow shovel? What are you doing?” Tania put her wooly mitten hands on her hips. I moaned and shook my head. I was so cold and full that I couldn't do anything else. “Eat.” She pulled my head into the snowman. I opened my mouth. That was it. My body didn’t want it to close. “Eat!” Tania became more annoyed and pushed me into the snowman. It was knocked over and I fell along with it onto my side. I groaned again. Now, completely frustrated that I wasn’t listening to her commands, she propped my obese body up on the bottom snowman ball, “If you don’t do it, I’m going to have to finish this job myself.” She pulled my wet shirt off, exposing my big breasts and flabby arms, not to mention my red belly. It was red from the sheer volume of precipitation in my stomach. It was red from the cold. My face was red from the cold. My face was red from being perpetually out of breath. However, it wasn’t red from being embarrassed that my top half was exposed. I was red from, against my morals, against my dignity, against what every good fiber in my body told me, I loved it. It hurt. But. I. Loved. It. After that it got hazy. I remember flurries of blue and white. The blue was the actual snow shovel and the white, well, you already know what that was. Looking back on it, it seems that she was shoveling snow from the driveway and jamming part of the shovel into my mouth. Some of it fell onto my exposed hips. Most of it fell onto my stomach. There was a good amount that made it into my mouth and down my throat but after a certain amount of time I’d spit up a bit of the snow. Shovel in the snow. Heave a bit up. Shovel in the snow. Heave a bit up. Shovel in. Heave a bit. Shovel. Heave. Shovel... First it was me just heaving up water. Then it was an ice water slush. By the end of this chaos I had been heaving up the snow. My body temperature was dangerously low. Finally, Tania was tired. My stomach had THE four prominent stretch marks that could only be seen when a feedee battled the strongest of meals. One tan across the top, the other, presumably, from the bottom, and two ran across the sides. They all met at the, now, outie of a belly button. She ran her fingers along the stretch marks. Even that hurt. “You weren’t able to get even close to clearing the driveway,” Tania started packing a snowball, “Guess, snow shovel wasn’t a very fitting name.” I opened my mouth for a burp. Nothing came out. I was too full for even a belch. “Here, stand up.” I didn’t budge. I couldn’t. “Ugh, worthless.” She tossed the snowball up into the air and caught it. I was glad that, for the first time this whole day, she was entertaining herself. She ran around for a bit and I watched. Both of my legs were so far out to let my gut rest on the ground. They were almost in a split, which was funny because I was the least flexible person in my family, if not, the world. I could barely lift my arms to help rub my swollen tummy. My brain was so clouded that I didn’t know if it hurt or not. Tania ran up to me after a couple minutes passed. She set a medium sized snowball and set it on my stomach. “Hehe… a fat snowman.” She jeered at my snow boulder of a stomach. But I didn’t respond. I was so cold and tolled that nothing moved. I was passed out and I didn’t even know it. —— When I came to I found myself in four or so layers of sweaters and sweatpants. Of course, my stomach was overfilled with water and couldn’t fit in the sweaters so, draped over it were a few baby quilts. Still reclined back to not put pressure on my tummy, I reached to pull the quilts off to check on it. It had shrunk down. Not a ton. It still had the two stretch marks on the side and the popped out belly button but, I was relieved of the ones on the top and bottom. I relaxed as I set the quilts back on nicely. “How’s my crochet-work?” My Grandma’s voice came from across the table. “It’s-urp-really warm.” And so was the warm smile she gave upon hearing that. She stood from her seat and called Tania into the room. “What do you tell Melissa?” She said in a stern voice. Melissa looked at her feet, “I’m sorry.” “I-it’s fii-ouurRRP!” Grandma’s eyes widened. Tania became startled. I blushed in embarrassment. “If that isn’t an indication that it’s NOT fine to force feed your cousin snow, I don’t know what is.” She chuckled, “Instead, you need to have the right stuff.” She gestured Tania out of the room and went into the kitchen. When she came back in, I realized why my fat butt was feeling so snug. It was in a dining room chair. “You really need to get your internal body temperature up AND it needs to be up with FOOD not water.” Grandma set my meal on the table and left the room to play a song on the piano. There before me was a hearty meal of steak, mashed potatoes, chicken stew, chicken parmesan with pasta, a warm fruit cake and a mug of thick hot cocoa. At first, I was frightened. No. More food sounded almost demonic. However, the more I thought about it, the more I decided that it was fine. My stomach had died down, maybe, not enough for this type of meal but somehow I’d get through it. It wasn’t like I was stuffed with solids, the meal could just swim around. Still, it would take up more space. Before I could think much more I took a bite of the hot feast before me. And it tasted and felt so good. I must’ve taken forever to finish that meal. My organs were being pushed on as I took every bite. The stretch marks reappeared. It throbbed with every chew. But with the heat of the fireplace, the fluffy quilts that covered my massive, wide stomach (I had to bend forward and let it dangle towards the ground, my popped out belly button brushed against the floor), and the sound of my Grandma playing Christmas songs traveling throughout the house… I never had a meal that felt so warm.
Subliminal Fetish (Inflation Story) by gothic2mess, literature
Literature
Subliminal Fetish (Inflation Story)
You were sitting in your room looking for stuff to watch. Suddenly, a movie you never saw before popped up on the screen. It was called "Subliminal Fetish". That's odd, when did this come out? you clicked on it. It had no description, and it said it was added this year. It had pretty good ratings too. Weird how it had no rating. You played it, and it started. "Hello viewer. Focus on my voice." You suddenly felt sucked into the screen, mouth opening. "Now, sit there, while i make your dreams come true." You never checked how long the movie was. You felt a weird sensation in your stomach. "I know your dreams, Y/N. I know you want to inflate. I will make you inflate. Just let me work my magic." You felt your stomach swelled arousingly slow, letting you enjoy every moment. "You like the sensation, don't you? Of you stomach filling, with no way to stop it? It will never stop, even if you turn me off." You tried to reach the remote, but your stomach had surprisingly grown too big to reach