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Chris’ belly jiggled with each step he took, his feeder, James, was parading him about the food district of the city. They had already dined at their favourite buffet totalling four full plates of food already. His record was a very impressive nine plates in there but James had different plans for his pig today. He was going to force his lardy hog to earn his treats today. The street they were on was wall to wall of various fast food restaurants and street vendors. The four plates of food had caused Chris’ t-shirt to tighten and a small sliver of soft belly to peek out from the bottom. Feeling himself blushing he would occasionally pull at his top to try and hide his greedy gut. James would simply give him a knowing smirk and head into the next fast food place and order his pig some more food. They first made their way into a burger joint cooking up horrendously fattening burgers and fries of which Chris would be having two portions today. Of course James had him squeeze into one of

Sarah enjoyed long hikes over the weekend across gorgeous landscapes. Maybe around a lovely lake, perhaps through old towns rich in history. This weekend she planned to explore a grand expanse of isolated woodland rumoured to be magical. Of course this couldn’t be true but old wives tales like this were always fun to think about on her hikes. In fact it was often why she chose the paths she took, the mystical and wondrous nature of these places is what drew Sarah to them. Not only this but of course the natural beauty within the places she hiked. She had been wondering for around 2 hours now through this gorgeous woodland, past small ponds filled with wildlife and along abandoned tracks once again reclaimed by the wild. The story is it never rains certain parts of the forest, and it seemed that may be true. The ponds Sarah once crossed had long gone and the soil along the path had become cracked and the trees weak and dying from the lack of rain. Surely if the woodland was magical it

Tracy had spent many months training to join a small team within the CIA, formed to tackle a ruthless group of international criminals known for their cruel torture techniques used on captured enemies. She had undergone many of the already known techniques that were fed back from unlucky colleagues caught in action. How ever there was one test she had yet to pass and had since failed many times, a particularly torturous technique that Tracy was especially sensitive to. Tickle torture. She had already failed this trial seven times and was practically begging to not have to do it again. Her sensitive soles had been scrubbed with hair brushes in the first test, her ribs dug into on the second, her tender pits scratched and scribbled on in the third. Almost all of her ticklish body had already become a target to an awful tickle test she couldn’t think of what the facility would do to her today. Tracy was being dragged down to the testing room by two rather large security guards, her

Howling laughter rang through the old empty mansion. Another ticklish bellybutton has fallen victim to the serial tickler that had been plaguing the news in recent months. Many horribly ticklish women had disappeared at the hands of this tormentor and Chloe was next. She screamed with laughter as her outie bellybutton was stroked by a single, soft feather. She was tied to a padded table in the middle of an open room. The table had a thicker pad in the middle, behind her back, so as to push out her stomach and that wonderfully ticklish navel of hers. Her feet and wrists were shackled down at opposite ends of the table along with restraints around her thighs, upper arms, upper waist and hips rendering her completely immobile. As with the nature of a belly, she was able to try and suck her belly in but to no avail as the feather continued to dance upon her exposed outie. Chloe screamed with laughter, it was as though she had the most ticklish bellybutton in the world, just the kind

This is just a short story that has been in the back of my mind for a little while now. I used to love writing and I used to enjoy reading erotica so I thought it's about time I wrote some. This story involves mainly belly button tickling and is also non consensual tickling, simply a fantasy of mine but understandable if it's not for you. It's not all totally realistic either but if you like belly buttons or tickling you'll like this story! Let me know what you think :) Part Two Part Three ------------------------- Emily had always been on the bigger side and she carried a lot of that weight on her stomach and within that stomach was a deep belly button. Some of her friends had made comments about it over the years, nothing nasty but just out of slight shock at just how deep her button really was. She didn’t mind and really didn’t think much of it, however, when she had seen an ad online titled ‘Deep Belly Button Wanted’ it had admittedly piqued her interest. The money offered

Lily woke to find herself strapped into a padded chair. Arms pinned to her sides, her legs and waist locked in place and her feet secured in stocks on the other side of a glass wall in front of her. The room she was in was a small chamber, only just enough for her and the chair to fit in. The room her feet were in was larger, big enough to fit the two people who’d just walked in. Lily tried to loudly ask what was going on in hopes they’d hear her, the glass didn’t seem that thick, still, they didn’t react. Realising she was either not heard or simply ignored she began to try and move, maybe wriggle her wrists from her restraints or kick her legs and feet free. She couldn’t even wiggle her toes as they were tied tightly against the padding of the small wooden stocks. The two people in the other room were workers of the facility Lily was in. They were cleaners, their only job, to clean. They had brought in a bucket each of warm soapy water filled with suds and bubbles, along with

Emily had set out in search of her dear friend Sarah who had gone missing about a month ago now. The initial rescue teams had since regretfully given up as the forest she had gone missing in was such an impossibly large expanse to realistically cover. Emily herself wasn’t an avid hiker as Sarah was, but was incredibly determined to find her lost friend. Emily carried a large, round belly about with her so it was actually pretty impressive she had made it as far as she had into the dense, endless woodland. Sarah had recounted the silly stories about this ‘magical’ forest to Emily and about how excited she was to explore it. Apparently it never rained in the forest but somehow the dry, cracked ground still managed to support the nature and wild life around it, even if it wasn’t the most enjoyable of sights. The trees no longer had vibrant green leaves and the small luscious ponds had long disappeared. Emily had to have been walking for miles at this point, again, quite the feat for

Another lonely evening thought Jade. She hadn’t had any luck in her dating life recently and it had been a hard week at work, time to enjoy such an evening to herself for once. She promptly prepared herself for a shower placing a new set of clothes on the bed for when she’d finish and made her way towards her bathroom and turned on her shower to let the water warm up. After a few moments she rushed out of her work clothes and into the shower cubicle. It was somewhat sizeable for her small apartment, she could turn around, wash herself, it was enough for what she needed. For tonight however, she’d be challenging the room within the cubicle. Now that the water was warm she shut off the shower for a moment. She then excitedly unscrewed the shower head from the hose and began to lube the end of it. It must have only been a couple of centimetres in circumference so perfect for what she intended. Once the hose was appropriately lubed she did the same to her asshole and then began to slowly

You don't remember when it started, just that you noticed a few months ago that you were coming back home from work a bit hungrier. You started snacking before she came home and you two ordered something for dinner, or you helped her cook. You just needed a little something to tide you over. A couple of cookies did the trick, usually. Or a bowl of granola. Maybe the odd sleeve of Oreos. Occasionally Just a couple times a week. At some point you started bringing home a bag of Doritos. Once (ok, twice) a box of 8 donuts. Another time, a cheeseburger meal from Macdonalds before a big pasta dinner. Just to see if you could do it, you know? Then a Big Mac meal and a McFlurry before going out to a restaurant. Just a little personal challenge. It always gave you a little thrill, being naughty, being a little greedy and having a secret first dinner then having a whole meal after. Nevermind that you got uncomfortably full afterwards. Nevermind that you were now getting uncomfortably full

“Can I bring you another beer?” You blink, breaking out of your near-food coma. Keeping your eyes open is hard. Breathing is hard. Sitting up is hard. You’ve eaten so much you aren’t even sure where you are any more. All the blood in your brain has rushed to your swollen stomach. You can’t really feel much, except full. You look up at the waiter and burp. Louder and longer than you expected. Usually you would be incredibly embarrassed but in this case you can’t be bothered to even cover your mouth. You rub your stomach sleepily. It feels bloated and hard. You look down at your stomach, how did you get this stuffed? Your shirt is stretched right across its roundness. Your pants got unbuttoned ages ago, you can’t imagine buttoning them back. How did you eat so much? You look at the stack of plates in front of you. You had been starving when you arrived at the resort, deciding you would enjoy this all inclusive resort yourself after your friends dropped out. Maybe that was how you lost all your inhibitions at the buffet and ended up taking plate after plate after plate back to the table, no one around to judge you, eventually taking longer breaks to digest and burp between plates, until you found yourself hiccuping while carrying a bowl of ice cream in each hand, your overstuffed gut bouncing with each hiccup. You notice melted chocolate ice cream on your shirt. You only stopped going up for more when you realised you were literally too full to stand. You can’t imagine fitting anything else inside you, you feel like the absolute definition of gluttony, you should feel ashamed, but why? You smile bashfully at the waiter “You know what? I’ll have two”

"Before we go in, does my shirt look okay?" Stella turned around and eyed Brian's outfit. She bit her lip. Brian's round gut was straining more than a little bit against his newish 3XL button-down red plaid shirt. The buttons were holding strong but looked like there was only so much more they could take. His gut had gotten so heavy in recent months that it had started sagging down and you could no longer see his belt...was he even wearing one? His love handles bulged out over his new khakis, which were starting to look tight as well. Brian had gained around 30lb in the past four months they had become official. And that was on top of the 50lb he had gained when he and Stella realised they both got off on her feeding him the six months before. The past year had been a whirlwind of gluttony, pleasure and popped buttons beyond both their wildest dreams, many nights of falling asleep with his pants undone, their hands on his swollen belly and a pile empty dishes on the couch. He