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Full Through the Night… 😮💨
🕑 Added 2025-09-01 04:59:21 +0000 UTCI went to bed so full last night I could hardly move. My belly was stretched so tight, heavy and bloated under the blankets, every little shift making me groan. I laid there rubbing my stomach with both hands, but it was no use, I was just too stuffed.
Every time I closed my eyes, all I could feel was the weight of it pressing me down into the bed. I drifted off like that, belly round and aching, swallowed up by the haze of fullness.
Even while I slept I felt it. The pressure never went away. I tossed and turned but the heaviness followed me, my stomach rising and falling with shallow breaths, gurgling softly like it was reminding me of everything I had eaten. I was bloated all night, sinking deeper into the bed, too full even in my dreams.
When the morning came, the first thing I felt wasn’t the sunlight or the sheets, it was my belly. Still stretched, still swollen, still so heavy that I groaned as soon as I opened my eyes. I reached down to touch it and it was round and tight beneath my palm, warm and bloated from the night before. I hadn’t digested enough to escape it. I was still full, still weighed down, still stuck under the blankets.
I tried to roll over and whined at how much it pushed against me. That’s when you stirred beside me. You smiled at the sight of me still struggling, still helpless with my swollen stomach. You slid your hand over the curve of my belly, rubbing it slow and careful, teasing me for being just as full as when I fell asleep. I could barely answer, just nodding weakly, cheeks flushed as another soft groan slipped out.
You pressed gently into my bloated middle, and I whimpered at the pressure, but it felt so good to be touched and soothed like that. You told me how greedy I was, how I’d stuffed myself so much that even sleep couldn’t help me, how spoiled I looked lying there still too full to move. All I could do was melt into your hands, heavy and helpless under your touch.
The night didn’t take it away. I went to bed full, and I woke up just as bloated, my belly swollen and aching in the morning light. Still your spoiled mess, still too heavy to get up, still needing you to rub and take care of me until I could finally breathe again.
