How to Have a Fatter BellyMarlene belched loudly and patted her fat, bloated belly. Her hand made wet smacking sounds against her flabby, bare skin, and her more than full stomach gurgled affectionately.More Like This
"God, I love doing this!" Marlene said to herself and continued to rub her belly soothingly. Her loose, wobbly fat shifted and jiggled beneath her moving hands.
She referred, of course, to lounging on her bed, shoving huge amounts of fattening junk food down her throat, and watching her belly grow. Marlene had pulled up her shirt and unbuttoned her pants before she had even started her afternoon's long, delectable pig-out session so she could see the plump, burgeoning fruits of her labors swelling over her lap.
Marlene rolled forward and sat up, flattening the mattress beneath her wide butt and making the flimsy dormitory bed groan dangerously. Her already huge stomach spilled onto her lap as two thick rolls, a smaller pillow on top of a fleshy pink inner tube with he
How to Have a Fatter Belly 2TAKE ADVANTAGE OF FREE FOODMore Like This
This is mostly advice of those ambitious gainers who, like me, are still in college. While it might seem like a one way ticket to embarrassment at first, taking full advantage of the literally endless supply of food available in a dorm cafeteria is a situation that nobody should let go to waste
And by that I mean your stomach! The more you stuff in your belly at once, the more it tends to settle around your middle
"Do you um want me to stop you at some point?" Claire asked hesitantly. She eyed the wildness about her friend suspiciously, and something about her attitude made Claire want to stand out of arm's reach.
Marlene shook her head "no" emphatically. "That's the whole point! I don't want to be stopped-I just want to go, go, go until I can't swallow anymore."
Since the moment Marlene had decided to push her own advice to the limit, nothing short of a n
Honey, I'm BoredMore Like This
"Where do you think you're going?" Sollux questioned, looking up at Dave over the back of the couch from his video game.
"I told you man, I got a gig on downtown. I'll be back later."
Dave shrugged, "Depends how many chicks want my autograph."
Normally, Sollux would have gotten possessive of his matesprit and wanted to go with him, but during the time they had been together, Dave had proven himself to not care about the human females; only his alien boyfriend. Dave bent over the couch and gave Sollux a quick kiss, "I'll get something special for you, kay man?"
"Kay. Thee ya."
And just like that, Dave was gone. The whole apartment was now Sollux's; Bro didn't live with the young adults any more. The only sound was of the guns blasting from the TV from the game Sollux was playing. It had grown old to him now; he'd already hacked the file to unlock every weapon and badge and the levels were too easy for someone of his intellect.
He threw the controller onto the floor with his
tummy rub."Hgnf," you groan, your stomach gurgling painfully at you as you try to find a comfortable position. Two large pizzas, a two liter bottle Dr. Pepper, and a family sized bag of Cool Ranch Doritos later you're stuffed, your belly swelled and sitting heavily in your lap. You try to lean back against the couch further to space out and slip the waistband of your boxers down under your gut; it doesn't help much.More Like This
When you learned your boyfriend had a thing for fat, you were happy to oblige with feeding and stuffing sessions; it was fun, both to see John's expressions and for your own personal pleasure. After two months you've gained enough to move up quite a few sizes, your small t-shirts and 32 inch waist jeans long forgotten. Your long sleeved shirt, a large, is already starting to stretch, especially around your middle. The fabric is tight, and if you were to push your belly outward, you'd probably see the outline of your deep belly button. You feel too bloated to do that now, though.
there's always room for cake.Pairing: John/DaveMore Like This
Warnings: Extreme weight gain, stuffing/feeding, my writing.
"You have got to be kidding me! Baby Mario, I swear I'm going to punch you in the baby dick if you run me over one more time!" You flail your controller as you're smushed for the third time this race.
"Why are babies even driving, is this some bleak Mario future where children are forced to compete in death races," Dave says, "are they promised diapers and a cash prize if they get first place."
You snort at the comment, but your attention is quickly brought back to the game when you take eighth place. "Aw, what! Man, I really need to step my game up."
"Let's be honest here, are you ever going to beat me at Mario Kart? Or the CPUs for that matter?"
You can see the smirk pulling the corner of his mouth and you sigh. Without leaving your spot on the floor, you turn off the system with you toe and change the television back to cable; Dave just puts his controller down and settl
RQ MSPA: Confession(WARNINGS: Dirk solo, Dirk/Jake, stuffing, emotional overeating, tummyaches, stomach noise)More Like This
GT: Forgive me if im coming off as rude but...
GT: Youre serious?
TT: Jake. When have I ever lied to you before?
TT: Let alone about matters such as this.
GT: You never have.
GT: But this is just astoundingly sudden.
GT: I honestly never..
GT: So what?
TT: Is that a positive or negative reaction?
TT: It isn't like I have much experience in these sorts of affairs.
GT: I think i may need a short period to think.
-- golgothasTerror [GT] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT] at 16:01 --
Staring at the darkened chat window, Dirk was only vaguely aware of his heart hammering in his chest. Instead, all he could think about was what had just happened. He had spent so long planning out the conversation, hours worth of silent contemplation, devising the best way to break the news to the other teen. Ways to ease into the topic had been poured ont