BOTH An embarrassing gut (BBW / BHM / BOTH) (WG, stuffing, sexual)

Dimensions Magazine

Help Support Dimensions Magazine:

Cutiepops

New Member
Joined
Sep 9, 2022
Messages
3
Location
United kingdom
An embarrassing gut
by Cutiepops


I pulled my stretchy T-shirt down and wrapped my long cardigan around my middle. I’d polished off a whole pizza and a few ciders, and the low rise jeans of the mid 2000s weren’t doing me any favours.

It was my first year at uni, and the pounds had rather predictably piled on. I was somewhat in denial, but a few tagged photos had shown me that the damage was real. Wide from the side and round in the front. I’d grown a beer gut and it was becoming difficult to disguise.

I was living with my boyfriend. We’d been together for a couple of years and decided to go to university together. I could tell that he wasn’t a fan of my new figure. He wasn’t so interested in sex with me, and he made a few comments about my portion sizes and outfit choices.

I sucked in my belly around him as much as I could remember, but we liked to drink. After a few ciders my attempts were futile, and my bloated gut would stick out of my tight T-shirts. My jean buttons strained, and even my bras were tight, creating rolls and bulges that were clear to see through my outgrown clothes. He was embarrassed of me for sure.

Standing in front of the mirror one morning, I was shocked. Even empty, my belly puffed out in front of me. My belly button was deep and visible through my top. Red marks on my hips showed that my stretchy pyjamas were struggling against my girth. Enough was enough. I embarked on a crash diet and shed most of the new weight. By the time second year rolled around I was fitting comfortably into UK10 jeans, and my gut was just a memory. An embarrassing result of overindulgence, documented by only a couple of Facebook photos buried deep in my profile.

Fast forward to 2020. I split with my university boyfriend shortly after we graduated. After a couple of serious relationships I found myself newly single in my early 30s. I was still a UK10, although my figure slightly softer than when I was in my 20s.

Then the pandemic hit. Working from home, I no longer cycled to commute to the office. I traded my workwear for comfier clothing. Living alone, I often ordered in takeaway dinners rather than cooking for one. I snacked a lot, and indulged daily in desserts and treats that would have usually been reserved for weekends only.

The pounds piled on quickly, again. I wasn’t in denial this time, but I also didn’t really mind. I sized up to a UK12, but 6 months in even the stretchy stuff was getting a pretty tight. Intrigued one night, I tried on a pair of pre pandemic size 10 jeans. I struggled to pull them over my thickening thighs, then completely failed to button them around my newly formed gut. It was bigger than my uni days, and I wasn’t even slightly surprised. I’d gained 30+ pounds in half a year, with most of it settling around my middle.

Peeling the jeans off, I was so turned on. The sight of me struggling with the button and looking like an overfed butterball was too much. I lay back on the bed and rubbed my bulging belly with one hand and my clit with the other. I imagined if my uni ex could see me now. How embarrassed he would be of my gut that entered the room before I did. I came hard and fast, panting on the bed with my belly sticking up proudly.

By July the next year I was tipping the scales at 182lbs. That was a gain of 44lbs in just over a year. Most of my now size 14 clothing was pulling tight around my midsection, and I’d crossed over to a size 16 for a couple of items. My belly protruded a couple of inches out in front of my ample breasts. My face looked softer and i had a slight double chin. My limbs had taken much less of the added weight, but my thick thighs did touch and wobble. My bum was certainly wider and rounder, but my gut was where most of the gain had settled.

As the country was opening up again, I began to socialise with my friends. We’d meet at the pub and sit in the beer garden for hours at a time. I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one who had porked up during lockdown. My best friend Kate had been a bit chunky for a while, but she had clearly gained quite a bit more. She had an hourglass figure with huge thighs and puffy arms. Her brother, Sam, had moved back from London during the pandemic. He was chunky too, with thick legs and a tummy that filled out his
T-shirts.

One evening it was just me and Sam left at the table. I had taken to wearing skater style dresses. They didn’t hide my gain, but they were loose and comfortable and made my gut look less obscene. Tonight though, I had eaten too much pizza and I was bloated from the beer.
My belly stuck out like a shelf below my breasts, resting like a beach ball in my lap. I rubbed the overstretched sides to try and relieve some pressure, and noticed that Sam kept glancing down at my middle.

My face turned pink - maybe this bulging belly was actually embarrassing. “A bit too much pizza” I giggled awkwardly,

“And the rest!” replied Sam.

My face burned with shame. Sam immediately realised he’d overstepped.

“Sorry. I think we all packed on a bit to be fair.”
He lifted up his T-shirt, revealing a podgy stomach with a deep belly button. His shorts button was undone and he had quite the muffin top.
“I think I need to go shopping. These used to fit me…”

I looked down at my less than loose dress, and realised that I was up 3, maybe even 4 sizes now.
“Meh, I’m sure we’ll all shape back up now things are getting back to normal.”

“Well I think you look great.” said Sam.

We finished up our drinks, then went to leave. I was so bloated that I struggled to get up from the bench. Sam moved round and helped me up like a was a pregnant lady. And that’s kind of how I looked. All of this pub garden socialising was worse for my waistline than lockdown.

I got home and decided I should survey the damage. 191lbs. That was another 9lbs in just a month. No wonder my gut was looking bigger! I waddled to the mirror and saw how it swelled out from under my breasts. A perfect dome which rounded out in every direction. It jiggled a bit, but was pretty firm from all of the pizza and beer. I thought about those size 10 jeans, but there was no way. My 16s would have struggled to button at that point.

Turned on by the sight of my ridiculous belly, I lay back on the bed. Only to be interrupted by a message from Sam:

“Hey, sorry if I embarrassed you earlier. I think I had too much to drink. I meant what I said though, you look great. Do you fancy going out for dinner next Friday? Just the two of us x”

Clearly he wasn’t put off by my bloated form earlier. He was cute, and we got on well. “Yes” I replied. “Where were you thinking?”

“How about I drive us to that new Mexican place? Pick you up at 6? x”

My mouth watered at the thought. “Great shout, see you then!”

…..

Friday came around quickly. I decided on another trusty skater style dress. I noticed bits of fat peeking out by my arm pits, spilling over my bra. I was looking meatier all over. The fabric band below my breasts was a little tight. I was becoming a real fatty. I hopped curiously onto the scale - 193lbs. Another 2lbs in less than a week, what the heck? I myself promised that I wouldn’t pig out too much tonight…

Sam turned up slightly early, which was fine. I got into his car and noticed how it felt different to buckle up the seatbelt over my big belly. I didn’t drive, and it had been a long time since I’d been in a car.

Sam looked cute. He had a round, kind face and mousy brown hair. He was wearing a button down shirt which looked a little snug around his spare tyre middle. His jeans looked tight - I guessed that these clothes were from pre lockdown.

Neither of us had visited this restaurant before, and the menu looked delicious. We were both struggling to choose from the menu, so Sam suggested ordering a few dishes and sharing. Don’t pig out, I reminded myself.

By the time the food arrived I had already sunk 2 cocktails. Sam stuck to alcohol free beer as he was driving. As the waiter brought the dishes to the table I became very aware that we had over ordered.

“Eek, this is a lot of food” said Sam as he pulled at his shirt.

“Yup” I said sheepishly, as a instinctively rubbed one hand down my belly.

“Well, we’d better make a start then” Sam said with a grin, as if we were accepting a challenge.

He dug in fast, and I was impressed at how much he was packing in. I don’t think he was used to spicy food, as I saw sweat bead across his forehead and he quickly sunk 2 more beers.

He looked across at me and surveyed what was left on the table. “Come on, I know you’ve got a bigger appetite than this!”

“Well, I don’t want to make a pig of myself” I gestured towards my belly.

“I wouldn’t worry about that!”
He patted his swollen belly. His jean button was undone and his shirt buttons were visibly straining.

“Okay, okay!”
It would be a shame to waste good food, and I was keen to try everything.

Between us we cleared every dish. I felt pretty full, but I hadn’t really overdone it. The same couldn’t be said for my date. He kept readjusting his waistband, and was obviously a little uncomfortable in his too-small clothes. I suggested that we could go for a little stroll, and perhaps find some ice cream. He laughed at the suggestion of more food, but was keen to walk off the meal.

As we stood up, Sam tried to discreetly button his jeans back up. It was clearly a struggle, and ended up being far from discreet. I followed him out of the restaurant, admiring his chunky love handles.

We walked along the river to the ice cream stand. Sam declined, but insisted that I had some. He put one hand on top of my belly shelf and pressed gently. “Definitely some more room in there!” He winked at me cheekily as we queued.

Maybe it was the cocktails, but I returned the gesture and patted the front of his straining belly. “Yours feels pretty full”. He blushed as I winked back at him.

I sucked down a double Mr Whippy (Sam’s choice), and realised that now I’d overdone it too. So much for not pigging out.

Back in the car, Sam undid his jean button again. Both of us sat with our guts spreading out further into our laps. It was such a turn on! I said goodnight to Sam as i struggled out of the car. Was he checking out my swollen middle as he waved goodbye?

I was cradling my full tummy as my phone pinged:
“Are you free tomorrow? My friend has a river boat we can borrow. I’ll pack a picnic… ?”

“Sounds great, I’m in!”
I fell asleep stroking my overstretched sides, thinking of Sam doing the same to his.

….


The next morning I dug through my clothes to find something appropriate. I settled on denim shorts and a loose (ish) cami vest. My bum was looking bigger these days and filled the shorts out nicely. My gut hung out the front on the shorts, so I pulled them up to contain it as much as they could. When I sat down, my belly bulged above and below the waistband. I figured the cami top would cover this up enough, and so long as I didn’t pig out it would be fine. I wore my bikini underneath, but I had no intention of swimming today.

I cycled down to the boatyard to meet Sam. I’d become pretty unfit and was sweaty and out of breath before I got there. I stopped around the corner to compose myself. Before I know it, I’d chugged my whole bottle of coke. Bloated already, great.

Sam was already there waiting. He wore tight chino shorts and a polo shirt. Evidently another pre pandemic outfit, they were both overly tight around his tubby middle. He really did need to go shopping.

Sam walked me to the boat. It was a hot day and this seemed like the perfect date activity.

“Let’s have an iced coffee before we set off”
Sam opened up a cool box packed full of goodies, before pulling out a box of pastries and doughnuts. “And one or two of these…”

I dutifully obliged, sipping my iced coffee and scarfing down a pastry, then a doughnut. They just looked so good! And Sam was indulging too, so it felt like I had the green light to eat what I liked.

We chatted and flirted as Sam steered the boat along the river. The day was getting hotter, and Sam took off his polo shirt to reveal his bare torso. He really was quite plump, and I enjoyed the view.

As lunchtime rolled around, I had already eaten another doughnut and started on Prosecco from cool box. Sam took out a huge picnic hamper and started to lay it out on the table in front of me. There was easily enough to feed 8 people. I looked at him, confused. Were more people joining us? “Let’s do this” he said, patting the top bulge of my belly. “I know you can handle more”
Sam looked into my eyes and grabbed my lower gut.

Fuck. Only then did it dawn on me. He wanted to see me pig out. He must have liked seeing me all full and bloated. I nodded and put my hands either side of his tubby tummy. “I know you can to”, I challenged.

So we ate, drank, and ate some more. Sam unbuttoned his shorts early on. His belly swelled further and further into his lap.

My shorts cut into the middle of my belly until I could take no more. I lifted up my cami vest and undid the button, then watched my belly push the zip all the way down. I tucked the shorts under my puffed out gut and marvelled at how it rested so far out on my thighs. I pulled the cami top back down. By now it was tight and the ident of my deep bellybutton was clear to see.
I leant back and rubbed the top shelf of my belly. Sam started to rub my aching sides. “More” he whispered as he held a slice of cheesecake up to my lips. I ate the slice, then reached for another. I was so up for this challenge.

An hour later and the cheesecake was gone. I breathing had become laboured and I had to fully lay back on the bench to ease the pressure in my belly. I had never been so full in my life. The skin on my gut was taut and itching. I lifted up my cami top but it was pointless. There was no relief, and now my bare belly stuck up a good foot in front of me. I must have looked beyond pregnant.

“Sleep it off” whispered Sam and he continued to gently massage the swollen dome. I hoped that no other boaters would pass by - what on earth would they think? I nodded off as it’s all I could do at this point.

I woke up groaning and struggled back to a sitting position. My gut was still bigger than it had ever been, resting so far down my thighs that i couldn’t see my shorts. Sam looked impressed. “Wow. You really could pack more away!”

I blushed, and somehow got myself to a standing position. I really needed to pee, so I headed below deck to the loo. I just about squeezed into the tiny cubicle. There was full length mirror on the back of the door, and that’s when I saw just how obscene my gut looked. I felt from the solid top shelf, down to the slightly jiggly underbelly. I was fucking huge. And wet. So fucking wet.

I exited the loo to find Sam had joined me below deck.
I then realised just how much he must have packed away too. He’d given up with the chino shorts and changed into a pair of swimming shorts. His gut looked shiny, distended and thoroughly stuffed. My hands gently caressed his fat sides, before lightly pushing on the full front of his belly. He was visibly hard.

He pulled off my shorts and bikini bottoms, then bent me over doggy style. Kissing my back, he wrapped his arms around the girth of my now hanging belly, struggling to reach the bottom. Pushing his cock into me, I felt his heavy belly on my back. We both came quickly, which was a relief - we were far too full to last for long. We lay down on the small bed and slept some more.

Upon waking, we both went back to the upper deck. The evening sun was beautiful, and I felt bad for sleeping so much of the day away. Sam steered us back to the boatyard - gut proudly sticking out in front of him.

There was no way I could get my shorts back up, so I was only dressed in my bikini bottoms with my huge belly hanging out of my now tight cami vest.

Sam moored the boat, then we walked back through the boatyard. There were a few people around and I blushed as I wondered what they must have thought of us waddling past. “Uh oh” it dawned on me. “I can’t cycle home like this!”

“No problem, I’ll drive you home. Unless you fancy dinner at my place?”

I couldn’t turn down such an invite. I had I feeling that this was the start of something bigger for both of us.
 
Last edited by a moderator:

Cutiepops

New Member
Joined
Sep 9, 2022
Messages
3
Location
United kingdom
November 2021. I’d carried on seeing Sam, and I was ballooning. Weight gain wasn’t the aim, but it was certainly the consequence of our stuffing marathons. That, alongside pub trips, overindulgence and general inactivity - I felt like a human blimp.

Juicy rolls had formed down my back. My thighs chunked out, my arms blew up, and my face got rounder. Most jarring of all though was the hefty gut that jutted out further and further each week.
It seemed to defy gravity, barely drooping, bouncing rather than wobbling. I wasn’t flabby, I was overinflated.

I was 225lbs, up 32lbs from my first date with Sam. No longer just an overweight girl with a gut, I was a real fat chick. An obese, big bellied porker.

Sam hadn’t fared much better, but at least his gain was more evenly distributed over his body. He’d bought new clothes, but I could see that he’d outgrown them already. His love handles poured over the sides of his jeans, while his deep gut strained the button to it’s limit once more.

Tonight we were going out for a meal with his family for his sister Kate’s birthday. His parents would be there, and we agreed that we probably shouldn’t overeat in front of them.

I decided that my best bet might be to eat beforehand, then I wouldn’t be tempted to pig out in front of everybody. Sam was picking me up at 6, so I ordered a large pizza for 5pm. I didn’t plan to eat the whole thing, but eat it all I did.

I pulled on my very generous size 18 jeans. They had a lot of stretch, and just about still buttoned around my expanding middle. My flowy blouse covered my rolls and bulges.

Sam appeared at my door. He was wearing a new button up shirt which actually fit him quite well, but old jeans that I knew were cutting into his plump muffin top. I embraced him and squished those juicy love handles. He felt so much bigger now.

“You look gorgeous” he said, as he wrapped his arm around me and lead me to his car.

Sat in Sam’s car, I was feeling the effects of the large pizza as my waistband felt snug. I really shouldn’t have eaten the whole thing. I looked out of the window to see Golden Arches. Surely Kate’s meal wasn’t at McDonald’s?!

“I thought we could get some pre dinner nibbles” Sam said with a wink.

“Ooooh lovely” I smiled. Fuck. The pizza was a mistake. Too late to come clean? Why didn’t I just come clean?

Sam ordered us each large double quarter meals with coke, and cookies for dessert. I dug in with as much fake enthusiasm as I could, ‘saving my cookie’ for later. I barely sipped my coke, knowing that bloating was the last thing I needed right now.

Sam patted his belly and let out a burp. “So good!” he grinned.

“I can’t wait for this meal” I lied. My jeans were cutting me in half already.



In the restaurant we met Kate and her parents. Kate looked fat, but for the first time I was fatter. She hugged me and felt the full expanse of my middle.

“Woah, what’s Sam been doing to you?!” she joked, patting my belly.

I laughed awkwardly. If only she knew.

The Mum was plump and built just like Kate. Pillowy arms, huge thighs and a wide rear. Their Father was average build, with a bit of a belly.
Both were friendly, and I felt at ease in their company.

“I hope you’re all hungry, the food here is amazing” said the father.

We sat down to antipasti and Prosecco before the starters. Fresh dough sticks, oily dips, olives, cheese, and cured meats. I knew I shouldn’t, but I dug in regardless.

For my starter I tried to be sensible and chose a salad. I was presented with a large plate stacked with mozzarella, tomato, basil, and more fresh bread.

If I’d stopped there, I might have been okay. But I couldn’t.

As my mountain of seafood linguine arrived, I knew I was in trouble. Halfway through, my upper belly was bulging over my waistband. My lower gut had maxed out the stretch in the denim, and the metal button was threatening to give up. I reached under my blouse and attempted to undo the button, but I couldn’t get it. I scarfed down the rest of it as quickly as could. It was so delicious, I couldn’t help but mop up the last of the sauce with some garlic bread. The pressure around my middle was immense. I excused myself to the loo and tried my best not to waddle from the table.

In the privacy of the cubicle, I sucked in my gut as much as I could, then undid the poor button. The zipper ripped open and my humongous belly surged forwards. An angry red ring around my waist showed where my waistband had been holding it all in. The top of my belly jutted far out from under my tight bra band, hard and packed full of 3 huge dinners. I looked more than pregnant again. How was I going to hide this?

I looped a hair bobble through my button to give myself an extra inch of waistband, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I gave up and pulled my blouse down to cover the open jeans. It was no longer flowy, with the fabric clinging tightly to the curve of my distended gut.

I sat down quickly at the table, hoping nobody would notice. Sam did, and his hand rubbed the front of my belly under the table.

“I hope you’ve got room for dessert” he teased.

I struggled through my lemon cheesecake, but I did it. Pushing my empty plate away, I let out a relieved sigh.

Sides aching, swollen gut in my lap. I couldn’t wait to leave and sleep this off. Sam looked at me and giggled, then gestured towards a waiter walking towards our table. I’d forgotten about the birthday cake.

Kate blew out the candles, then carved up the cake. Sam passed me the largest slice. I looked at him horrified.

“I can’t eat this, I’m full!”

“I know about the pizza” he whispered in my ear, grabbing a handful of my gut under the table.

I sighed, then slowly ploughed through the huge slice of chocolate cake. My belly ached, I needed to rub it. I needed to leave. I’d never been so full, but I had to pretend like I was fine. And somehow I had to hide my embarrassing gut from his family.

Sam passed me my coat while I was still seated, so I wrapped it around me to disguise my blimped out middle. I hugged everybody goodbye, then did my absolute best to walk normally out of the restaurant.

Once outside, Sam started to laugh. “I saw the pizza box, and couldn’t help myself!” He teased. “You are the greediest piglet I’ve ever seen”

I waddled to the car, grinning and rubbing my monstrous belly. Once inside the car, I flashed Sam a mischievous look. Cookie in one hand, coke in the other, I gulped them down quickly, then pulled up my tight blouse, exposing my impossible gut covering half of my thighs. “The greediest piglet” I burped.

I could see Sam’s erection through his jeans. Buried beneath my engorged belly, my pussy was wet and aching.

“Let’s get you back to my place” he said.

 

Cutiepops

New Member
Joined
Sep 9, 2022
Messages
3
Location
United kingdom
March 2022.

My baggy T-shirt and stretchiest leggings had failed me. My gut hung out of the bottom of the top, the waistband of the leggings were too tight to be pulled up any higher. I guess the deliveroo rider would just have to deal with the sight of my bare underbelly. The first of our hangover deliveries was here, and I was hungry.

We sat back on the sofa and inhaled our footlong subs in no time. I dug into the crisps and cookies, whilst browsing a Chinese menu on Sam’s phone for our next meal.

I chugged back another orange lucozade drink, then rubbed my expansive belly to help release a burp. My thick love handles had grown thicker, and I could feel them pouring over the sides of my leggings. My T-shirt rode up, revealing newly formed stretch marks.

Sam gently tickled the exposed lower gut that rested on my lap.

“Time for some new clothes then?”

I’d been planning to make the most of the online sales, and I really had no choice now. I’d outgrown everything.

“Yep, overdue I think!” I heaved myself off the sofa. “Would you like to help me take some measurements?” I knew Sam would get a kick out of this.

I stripped down to my underwear. Fat bulged out of my bra in all directions, my plump breasts slightly over spilling the cups. The elastic in my knickers had already given up, with slight tears at the seams. I couldn’t see them anyway.

I lifted up my chunky arms and watched them jiggle.
Sam pulled the tape around my bust, then tapped the number into his notes app.

“Relax” he prodded the top shelf of my belly.

I did as I was told, and it stuck out even further in front of me.

Sam grinned as he joined the tape together at the front of my ‘waist’. He noted down the number, then started on my hips. “Wow”

42
45
43

These read like maternity clothes measurements, and it was obvious why. My belly was obscene. I checked the size guide on the website - It looked like I was skipping size 22 and heading straight up to 24. How so quickly?

It was as if Sam had read my mind as he placed the scales at my feet. He was loving this. I stepped on but obviously couldn’t see over my gut.

“281!” Sam shouted gleefully.

What. The. Heck. That was 56lbs since November. Christmas really did me dirty, but clearly the weight kept piling on afterwards too. I’d doubled my body weight in just 2 years!

I started to cry. I loved my body now, but I didn’t want to be supersized or immobile. My gain was happening so quickly that it felt out of my control. How big would I be by summer? Or by next Christmas? It was too much.

Sam agreed that we should stop stuffing for a while. We could focus on being a bit healthier in our choices. Our new lifestyle would start tomorrow. Today would be our last big blowout for the foreseeable.

“Can I borrow a T-shirt?” I asked Sam, envisioning that it might be a little roomier than any of my options.

“Ummm, you can” replied Sam “but you might find it a bit, well…”

Sam was a big guy. He definitely outweighed me, but it turns out that my monster belly was rounder than I thought. I looked in the mirror again. Apple shaped? More like a little planet these days.

I pulled my own T-shirt back on, but didn’t bother with the stretched out leggings. Sam wrapped his arms around my middle, hands caressing my belly. “Come on love. Let’s go blow this thing up!”

Fuck it. I figured I may as well go big for one last time. I slumped on the sofa, downed another lucozade, then added some more to my Chinese takeaway order.



The coffee table was covered in empty takeaway containers. Sam had undone his button, and his zip. His big gut puffed out in front of him, bare belly poking out of the bottom of his T-shirt. His deep belly
Button usually creased into a fold when he sat, but his tummy was rounded out with all the food. He patted the top of his swollen gut. “That was a great blowout!”

I laughed. “We’re not done yet!”

Sam looked at me. My belly was packed tightly and jutted out immediately under my tight bra, stretching out until my belly button, then pooling in my lap. My tight T-shirt has ridden further up, exposing more of my blimped out stomach.

“You have to be kidding?” Sam pushed on my hard upper belly.

“I thought you wanted to blow me up?” I teased, puffing out my cheeks and sticking out my stomach further.

“Oh fuck yes!”

“Well you’d better button up those jeans. I can’t answer the door like this.” I gestured towards my torn knickers and ill fitting T-shirt.

It took Sam a few attempts to get up from the sofa. He sucked in his swollen belly and just about managed to fasten his jeans below his gut.

“You won’t be able to do that once I’m finished with you” I teased.

“Ha. I’d like to see you manage any button these days” he grabbed my belly with both hands and lifted it slightly. “Wow, that’s getting heavy!”

The door buzzed and Sam went downstairs to collect the food, while I cleared away our empty containers to make way for the next course.

Four large pizzas, potato wedges, chicken kickers, four cookies, two tubs of Ben and Jerry’s and two big bottles of Coca Cola. There was no way we’d eat it all, but I was going to give it my best shot.

Slice by slice, we slowly made our way through a large pizza each. Sam took off his jeans halfway through. Our T-shirts rode even further up our maxed out bellies. We both leaned back on the sofa, groaning and rubbing our swollen beach ball guts.

“I think I’m done babe” said Sam.

He looked fit to burst, but I wasn’t finished yet. I struggled up and reached for the chicken kickers.

“One for you, two for me?” I asked

“Deal”

We finished the box off surprisingly quickly, with me taking the double effort. My skin was tight and my whole belly was aching by now. I rubbed furiously in some futile attempt to relieve the pressure.

“Now you get to blow me up” I said, passing Sam a bottle of Coca Cola.

Holding it to my lips, he looked worried for me.

“Are you sure babe, you already look like you’re about pop…?”

I pulled the bottle off him and started to chug. 1.5 litres made it into my belly, swelling it out larger than either of us thought possible. The pain was intense, and I removed my T-shirt and bra to try and make some room.

Somehow I made it to my feet.

“Bed please!”

“Okay babe, but before we lay down, can I measure you?”

I nodded, and looked down at my bulging midsection. So large, so round, so packed full.

Sam pulled the tape around my immense girth, until eventually the ends met.

“49 1/2 inches” he gasped.

“Bring me a pizza, and the ice cream… and the coke” I groaned. “We don’t finish on 1/2s”.

I lay back on the bed, slightly propped up by some pillows. My belly didn’t sink back into me at all. It was so full, so swollen, so hard. Sam held a slice of pizza to my mouth, and I dutifully chewed. One slice, two slices, four slices and I was done.

“The ice cream”

I managed half of the tub before tears started pouring down my face. I was in so much pain.

“Measure me” I reached out my arms to Sam.

With some effort, he pulled my body off the bed and to my feet. I forgot that he was stuffed full too.

I stood, struggling to breAthe, as Sam pulled the tape around my middle once more.

“Did I do it Sam? Don’t lie” I panted.

“So close babe…”

“Pass me the coke”

I tilted my head back and poured until the bottle was empty. Sam swears that he sAw new stretch marks form in front of his eyes.

“Measure me again” I let out an almighty burp.

“50 inches!”

I lowered myself to the floor and swayed from side to side on all fours. I couldn’t celebrate my victory, I could only try to take away some of the pain in my belly.

Sam somehow pulled off my broken knickers. My belly hung so low, I swear it nearly brushed against the floor. Sam lifted it slightly from behind and I screamed in pain, but also ecstasy.

Caressing my overstretched sides, Sam pushed his dick into my dripping pussy. Slowly does it, I felt his warm fat gut bouncing off me with each thrust. He came, and then rubbed my clit until I did too. Ripples of pleasure and pain like I’d never felt before.

We both passed out on the floor, laying on our sides with bulging bellies splayed out. A last blowout to remember.

 

Latest posts

Top