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You Said I Wasn’t Done Yet…
🕑 Added 2025-05-18 02:37:42 +0000 UTCI don’t know how it even happened. I just wanted a few bites of mac and cheese. I didn’t plan to eat the whole pot. But the way you made it… creamy, hot, so buttery… and the way you watched me with that look—how could I stop?
You didn’t say a word at first. Just kept filling my bowl. I kept eating. My belly started getting heavy, pressing against the waistband of my shorts. I tried to slow down. I really did. But you leaned in and whispered,
“Come on, one more bowl. You’ve been so good.”
So I did it. I finished every bite. And then it happened—pop. My button flew open and my belly spilled out, so swollen I could barely breathe.
I looked at you and whimpered, “I’m too full…”
But you just smiled like you’d been waiting for that moment.
“That’s what I like to hear,” you said. Then disappeared.
I tried to sit back, hands cradling my stuffed tummy, but I could already hear you coming back… and then I saw it.
A heavy weight gain shake. Thick. Creamy. And a funnel.
My eyes went wide. “No—wait, I can’t—”
You tilted my chin up, brushing your fingers over my lips.
“Yes you can. You’re mine. And mine don’t stop when they’re full.”
You slid the funnel into place, poured it slow.
It was so rich. So thick. Vanilla, peanut butter, something chocolatey underneath. I moaned as it went down, belly stretching tighter with every swallow.
I tried to squirm, but you just held the funnel steady, your other hand on my stomach, stroking the tight curve like you were proud of it.
“You’re taking it so well, sweet thing. Almost done…”
I felt like I was going to burst. I could barely move. My belly was huge, firm, heavy in my lap. I collapsed back, gasping.
And then… I thought it was over.
But you came back—with a whole cake. Frosting piled high. Chocolate and cream.
My eyes went wide again. “Please… I can’t…”
But you just knelt beside me, kissed my cheek, and said softly:
“Oh, baby. We’ve come this far. We’re not wasting a single crumb.”
You fed me piece by piece. Slow, messy, teasing bites.
Every moan made you smile more. Every swallow made my belly tighter.
By the last slice, I could barely whimper. Just lay there, swollen and dazed, my stomach stuffed past full… and you?
You looked down at me like I was the most perfect thing you’d ever made.
Comments
SoftTummyAngel
Glad you liked it!!!
DoodleDorp
Oh that was so hot to read 🩵🩵😵💫
