Big Beautiful Dreamer
ridiculously contented
Stuffing, Romance - When a young man fills to the brim, it triggers one lady's deepest urges.
I cant uff believe my voice trailed off. I was stuffed to the brim and my brain felt sluggish. My gut was swollen and aching, protruding tautly beyond my long-since-unbuttoned jeans, and Id rucked up my shirt to try to ease some of the discomfort my belly was feeling.
Cant believeurrpwhat? Jamie, sprawled in a corner of the sofa, asked. His voice was thick and drowsy, and beneath his sweatshirt his normally trim waist was gorged and hugely distended. This was our first Christmas since graduating from college, and the weather had made travel inadvisable. Since we were apparently stuck in our corner of Vermont, Jamies girlfriend, Aimee, Jamie, me, and three or four other strays had clubbed together to make a huge Christmas potluck. Wed started nibbling around eleven, sat down to dinner proper at 1:30, and now, some ninety minutes later, were flung about the living room like casualties.
The battlefield, a.k.a. the table, was littered with remnants. Empty, gravy-stained bowls stacked up haphazardly. Here and there crusted bits of what had once been sweet potatoes, broccoli salad, homemade applesauce. Not a scrap of leftovers in sight.
Hic. Ow, Aimee contributed. Tall and sturdy, Aimee happily referred to herself as a dairy maid. She worked for Cabot Creamery, tending to their zillions of cows. At the moment, she said, she felt rather cow-like herself. Like Imurpabout to calve. She hauled up the tails of her flannel shirt, displaying a rosily bloated tummy, and poked at the pink protruding mound. It was tight as a drum, and she really did look almost pregnant.
Food baby. Hic. Aimee patted the distention and cut her eyes at Jamie, who pressed a hand to his own belly and belched loudly. Jamie drove a delivery truck for Cabot, waiting for a promised opening in their accounting department, and he normally hauled a little bit of beer-and-pizza around on his six feet. Not much, just a little college pooch. Now, though, like the rest of us, Jamie was cradling a decidedly swollen midsection.
Jamies urrp ooh the one withurpthe food baby. Urp. That was Cameron, compact and darkly handsome. He had let his belt out several notches at least and his gut stuck out above the straining waistband of his khakis. His partner, Kevin, had one hand resting on his own gravid bloat and the other on Camerons tightly swollen belly. Kevin was of normally average build, a little rangy, but he had quietly eaten the rest of us under the table and now looked as though he were hiding a watermelon under his skin, a swell of abdomen ballooning out, straining the fabric of his Ben & Jerrys T shirt. The cartoon cows had become stretched almost translucent, as though theyd been eating too much of their own product.
Bet Owen ate the most, Karen said. She was so quiet she often blended in. She was also the only one still vertical. Karen was a recovering bulimic and still had a cautious relationship to food. She was unobtrusively clearing the table, but she neednt have worried; even if we noticed, none of us was in any shape to jump up and help.
Hic. No way. That was Jamie. He lurched to his feet, still cradling his gorged and swollen gut. I could eat more now. He stifled a burp.
Sure you could. Ooh. Aimee started to stand up, then changed her mind. She sank back down onto the sofa and rested her hands protectively on her tummy, which had started to groan and squeal audibly.
Yourehicon, I said unwisely, hauling myself up. I patted my belly, distended and tender as it was. I was sure I could squeeze a little more in somewhere.
Karen, who had cleared the table, brought out slices of red velvet cake and pumpkin pie and glasses of milk. Jamie and I sat down opposite each other and, grinning, picked up our forks. He winked at me and I made a pretend scary face at him.
God, was I full! The first mouthful, my salivary juices flowing, churned up my already overworked digestion. I could almost hear the internal alarm bells sounding. I decided to eat quickly, before my stomach could tell what was going down.
Doggedly I forked down huge mouthfuls of cake swallows of milk chunks of pie. I groaned as my stomach, already stuffed to bursting, churned and protested. Instinctively I rubbed it, very gently, and coaxed up a couple of belches. A hiccup. Another swallow of milk. Then I continued.
I was in the zone, heedless of Jamie, ignoring Cameron and Kevin and Aimee, conscious only of Karen as the bearer of plates.
At last I heard a fork hitting the table and a loud, distressed groan.
Ohh ow owooh murrruurrp. I looked up to see Jamie, looking faintly green, resting a hand on his hugely gorged belly. Hed peeled off the sweatshirt and a thin line of sweat lazed between his pecs, dotted with red cake crumbs and flecks of pie crust. His belly was almost perfectly globular, like a soap bubble, and as if a single poke would cause it to explode.
I urrp oof give, Jamie grunted, puffing. Aimee was helping him to his feet. He started to straighten up, then bent over again. You win. He belched again and wobbled out of the room, toward Aimees ground-floor bedroom.
Go Owen, Karen said cheerily. The winner. Here, stand up.
Grunting and huffing, I slowly hauled myself up. I braced one hand on the table and rested the other on my aching gut, which felt ready to burst. I thudded toward the bathroom, mildly curious, peeling off my shirt as I waddled.
I looked pale and flushed at the same time, my hair askew and my eyes half-closed and glassy. I was damp with sweat, my chest gleaming under the bathroom lights, and my belly
My abdomen looked like a living thing, alien and unrecognizable. It was huge and bloated, the skin stretched palely tight across the swell of flesh, half contents, half the bloat of digestion. I poked cautiously at my belly button. My gut felt like a basketball filled with lead, heavy, warm, taut with distention.
The knob rattled and Karen slipped in. Silently she came behind me and gently embraced me, cashmere sleeves soft and warm against the fevered stretch of tender and aching belly.
God, you look big, she murmured, admiration in her voice. I remember the feeling.
Karen I heard warmth and exasperation in my voice.
Its okay, she murmured. Really. Im okay. I dont need to do that anymore. Really. But, she added, gently poking my immobile protrusion, on you, now, on you that looks so inhumanly sexy. I would love to jump your bones right now.
God, I groaned unthinkingly. The last thing I wanted was movement and activity. The thought of being intimate with Karen took a far distant priority to the idea of hauling my aching stomach anywhere.
Drive me back to my place? she suggested. She handed me my shirt.
I stifled a belch and unconsciously smoothed my hair. I emerged into the living room. I could hear Jamie snoring, Aimee presumably in there with him. Kevin and Cameron were dozing in front of the ball game.
Karen swiftly penned a note and left it on the table
Hi guys
Owens offered to drive me
home so well see you later!
Thanks for a great day!:wubu:
Karen
Karen helped me into my coat and I tugged on my hat and gloves. She twined her arm through mine. Despite the discomfort of my distended and aching belly, I found other parts beginning to stir and swell, responding to the promised feast to come.
Christmas Past and Future
By Big Beautiful Dreamer
I cant uff believe my voice trailed off. I was stuffed to the brim and my brain felt sluggish. My gut was swollen and aching, protruding tautly beyond my long-since-unbuttoned jeans, and Id rucked up my shirt to try to ease some of the discomfort my belly was feeling.
Cant believeurrpwhat? Jamie, sprawled in a corner of the sofa, asked. His voice was thick and drowsy, and beneath his sweatshirt his normally trim waist was gorged and hugely distended. This was our first Christmas since graduating from college, and the weather had made travel inadvisable. Since we were apparently stuck in our corner of Vermont, Jamies girlfriend, Aimee, Jamie, me, and three or four other strays had clubbed together to make a huge Christmas potluck. Wed started nibbling around eleven, sat down to dinner proper at 1:30, and now, some ninety minutes later, were flung about the living room like casualties.
The battlefield, a.k.a. the table, was littered with remnants. Empty, gravy-stained bowls stacked up haphazardly. Here and there crusted bits of what had once been sweet potatoes, broccoli salad, homemade applesauce. Not a scrap of leftovers in sight.
Hic. Ow, Aimee contributed. Tall and sturdy, Aimee happily referred to herself as a dairy maid. She worked for Cabot Creamery, tending to their zillions of cows. At the moment, she said, she felt rather cow-like herself. Like Imurpabout to calve. She hauled up the tails of her flannel shirt, displaying a rosily bloated tummy, and poked at the pink protruding mound. It was tight as a drum, and she really did look almost pregnant.
Food baby. Hic. Aimee patted the distention and cut her eyes at Jamie, who pressed a hand to his own belly and belched loudly. Jamie drove a delivery truck for Cabot, waiting for a promised opening in their accounting department, and he normally hauled a little bit of beer-and-pizza around on his six feet. Not much, just a little college pooch. Now, though, like the rest of us, Jamie was cradling a decidedly swollen midsection.
Jamies urrp ooh the one withurpthe food baby. Urp. That was Cameron, compact and darkly handsome. He had let his belt out several notches at least and his gut stuck out above the straining waistband of his khakis. His partner, Kevin, had one hand resting on his own gravid bloat and the other on Camerons tightly swollen belly. Kevin was of normally average build, a little rangy, but he had quietly eaten the rest of us under the table and now looked as though he were hiding a watermelon under his skin, a swell of abdomen ballooning out, straining the fabric of his Ben & Jerrys T shirt. The cartoon cows had become stretched almost translucent, as though theyd been eating too much of their own product.
Bet Owen ate the most, Karen said. She was so quiet she often blended in. She was also the only one still vertical. Karen was a recovering bulimic and still had a cautious relationship to food. She was unobtrusively clearing the table, but she neednt have worried; even if we noticed, none of us was in any shape to jump up and help.
Hic. No way. That was Jamie. He lurched to his feet, still cradling his gorged and swollen gut. I could eat more now. He stifled a burp.
Sure you could. Ooh. Aimee started to stand up, then changed her mind. She sank back down onto the sofa and rested her hands protectively on her tummy, which had started to groan and squeal audibly.
Yourehicon, I said unwisely, hauling myself up. I patted my belly, distended and tender as it was. I was sure I could squeeze a little more in somewhere.
Karen, who had cleared the table, brought out slices of red velvet cake and pumpkin pie and glasses of milk. Jamie and I sat down opposite each other and, grinning, picked up our forks. He winked at me and I made a pretend scary face at him.
God, was I full! The first mouthful, my salivary juices flowing, churned up my already overworked digestion. I could almost hear the internal alarm bells sounding. I decided to eat quickly, before my stomach could tell what was going down.
Doggedly I forked down huge mouthfuls of cake swallows of milk chunks of pie. I groaned as my stomach, already stuffed to bursting, churned and protested. Instinctively I rubbed it, very gently, and coaxed up a couple of belches. A hiccup. Another swallow of milk. Then I continued.
I was in the zone, heedless of Jamie, ignoring Cameron and Kevin and Aimee, conscious only of Karen as the bearer of plates.
At last I heard a fork hitting the table and a loud, distressed groan.
Ohh ow owooh murrruurrp. I looked up to see Jamie, looking faintly green, resting a hand on his hugely gorged belly. Hed peeled off the sweatshirt and a thin line of sweat lazed between his pecs, dotted with red cake crumbs and flecks of pie crust. His belly was almost perfectly globular, like a soap bubble, and as if a single poke would cause it to explode.
I urrp oof give, Jamie grunted, puffing. Aimee was helping him to his feet. He started to straighten up, then bent over again. You win. He belched again and wobbled out of the room, toward Aimees ground-floor bedroom.
Go Owen, Karen said cheerily. The winner. Here, stand up.
Grunting and huffing, I slowly hauled myself up. I braced one hand on the table and rested the other on my aching gut, which felt ready to burst. I thudded toward the bathroom, mildly curious, peeling off my shirt as I waddled.
I looked pale and flushed at the same time, my hair askew and my eyes half-closed and glassy. I was damp with sweat, my chest gleaming under the bathroom lights, and my belly
My abdomen looked like a living thing, alien and unrecognizable. It was huge and bloated, the skin stretched palely tight across the swell of flesh, half contents, half the bloat of digestion. I poked cautiously at my belly button. My gut felt like a basketball filled with lead, heavy, warm, taut with distention.
The knob rattled and Karen slipped in. Silently she came behind me and gently embraced me, cashmere sleeves soft and warm against the fevered stretch of tender and aching belly.
God, you look big, she murmured, admiration in her voice. I remember the feeling.
Karen I heard warmth and exasperation in my voice.
Its okay, she murmured. Really. Im okay. I dont need to do that anymore. Really. But, she added, gently poking my immobile protrusion, on you, now, on you that looks so inhumanly sexy. I would love to jump your bones right now.
God, I groaned unthinkingly. The last thing I wanted was movement and activity. The thought of being intimate with Karen took a far distant priority to the idea of hauling my aching stomach anywhere.
Drive me back to my place? she suggested. She handed me my shirt.
I stifled a belch and unconsciously smoothed my hair. I emerged into the living room. I could hear Jamie snoring, Aimee presumably in there with him. Kevin and Cameron were dozing in front of the ball game.
Karen swiftly penned a note and left it on the table
Hi guys
Owens offered to drive me
home so well see you later!
Thanks for a great day!:wubu:
Karen
Karen helped me into my coat and I tugged on my hat and gloves. She twined her arm through mine. Despite the discomfort of my distended and aching belly, I found other parts beginning to stir and swell, responding to the promised feast to come.
