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(Belated) Thanksgiving Stuffing - Fiction Story!
🕑 Added 2019-11-30 21:27:56 +0000 UTCI started this like a week ago and just had time to finish. It's pretty long! Lol! Please please tell me what you think <3
Finishing this story in a public library was a bad idea. I'm soaking wet.
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My phone buzzes and I see that I have a new text. It’s from Kait.
“Olivia, I’m so sorry, I can’t get my car out of the driveway with all of this snow!”
Kait was the fifth and final person to bail on my Friendsgiving. It wasn’t any of my friends’ fault; the blizzard had been in the forecast for days and that’s why none of us were going home for the holiday. If I had known that it would come a day early, I wouldn’t have offered to host and to make all of this food!
“No, girl, please don’t feel bad! Everyone needs to stay safe. I hope you can find something to eat!”
“Dude yeah, I did not prepare for this. All I have in my cabinet is some bags of popcorn lol.”
“It should clear up soon, I think you’ll survive on the popcorn until then!”
I had the exact opposite problem as Kait. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with a completed dinner that’s big enough to feed six people…
DING!
And that’s the pumpkin pie that just finished in the oven. There is so much food here, it hardly even fits on my counter tops!
I take the pie out of my oven and walk over to the couch to sit down. I’m a little sad that I have to spend Thanksgiving alone, so I turn on some Netflix and relax after spending the last five hours preparing this huge meal.
I kick off my high heeled boots - now even my outfit was a waste! I had chosen the perfect look. My long, lean legs were covered with black tights that emphasized every muscle and made my tiny red miniskirt look a bit less scandalous. My v-neck cropped sweater fit me like a glove, with just enough of my breasts peeking out of the top. I had topped it off with a gold choker, red lipstick, and long, bouncy curls in my blonde hair. I couldn’t bring myself to change out of it.
Two episodes of Friends later, my belly lets out a huge growl. I can feel the emptiness rumbling around in my stomach and the smell of my Thanksgiving dinner is starting to become irresistible.
I make myself a plate and sit down at the beautifully decorated table. I start by taking a bite of the turkey and my mouth waters. It’s perfect. I can’t help myself, I wolf down bite after bite, feeling the warm food slide into my stomach. It feels so good.
Ten minutes later, my plate that was piled up high is completely clean and I start to feel full. But everything smells so delicious and I don’t want anything to go to waste, so I put down a second plate.
I felt like I couldn’t fit in another bite. I lean back in my seat and frantically undo the button on my skirt as it was cutting into my stomach, which is now bulging. I let out a deep sigh as my belly spills out of my cropped sweater and onto my lap. I start to stroke my stuffed stomach. Feeling my belly as I rubbed it, with my skin stretched taut over the top, I almost fell into a trance.
Just as I was feeling like I could fall asleep in my chair, my doorbell rang. What? No one is supposed to be coming... I’m partly confused and partly frantic as I try to hide the evidence of my binge. I set my plate to the side, force my skirt closed over my bulging belly, and walk to the door.
It’s my neighbor, Justin. He lives in the apartment below mine. We’re best friends, but he was supposed to be flying home for Thanksgiving.
“Justin? What’s up? I didn’t know you were in town!”
“Yeah, my flight was cancelled. I was about to make a frozen pizza when I started to smell something amazing. I knew it had to be you and I wanted to see if you had room for one more at Friendsgiving. But where is everyone..?”
“No one was able to make it, the roads are too bad. And now I have enough food to feed a small army. You have to help me eat it! No one should be eating frozen pizza after I busted my ass making this meal!”
I grab him by the arm and drag him inside. He puts on some jazzy Christmas music while I make our plates. I pray he doesn’t notice my protruding belly as I pile both plates high. The button on my skirt is hanging on for dear life, and I feel my zipper inch down with every move I make.
This is perfect. You see, Justin and I have something in common. A deep, dark secret, if you will. It’s only come out once before, when we came back to our building from a Fourth of a July party, absolutely wasted. It wasn’t the first time we had hooked up, but it was the first time we discovered our shared kink. (Remind me to tell you later about those watermelons…)
This time, I don’t have an entire extra watermelon to eat, but it is still the perfect setup. The two of us, completely alone on Thanksgiving with a kitchen full of all-out gourmet holiday food. I can already feel the tension starting to build.
We sit down at the table and get to work. I feel absolutely stuffed, but I want to keep eating. This time, I eat a little slower, savoring every bite. I know I won’t make it if I don’t start to pace myself.
When I’ve almost finished my plate, I notice that Justin has hardly eaten anything at all. I smirk at him.
“Justin, what are you doing? It’s Thanksgiving. Eat up. We have to get rid of this food!”
“I know, Olivia, but seeing the way you looked when you answered the door gave me some different ideas…”
“What do you mean?” I knew exactly what he meant.
“I love that outfit on you.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” My heart is beating faster.
“I can tell you’ve been stuffing that tight little belly of yours. How many plates did you have before I got here? I noticed it as soon as I saw you. You’re flushed, your skirt is barely buttoned, and you look like you’re at the end of your first trimester when you’re normally a stick. How could I not notice that?”
“Well, I will admit that I decided to indulge before I knew you’d be coming. What choice did I have? I can’t let all of this amazing food go to waste!”
“You’re so right, Liv.” He flashes a smile at me. I can tell this is about to get good.
I shovel one last huge bite into my mouth and stand up. I turn to the side and push out my belly, rubbing it as if I were pregnant.
“What? Do I look big? I didn’t eat THAT much…”
Just as I was about to give my belly a light slap, there was a huge POP.
The button on my skirt snapped off and flew across the room. Justin pretended to duck out of the way. We both laughed, but I saw him shift in his seat, which made me give a little whimper. I could tell he was hard from watching me pop my button off my skirt. The thought of that sent blood coursing through me. I felt myself getting turned on.
Justin stood up and pulled out my chair, gesturing for me to sit back down. I lean back in it and grab my tummy on both sides, looking up at him with big eyes.
“You look good like that. With your belly protruding in front of you, pushing your skirt into your lap. Even your sweater is starting to ride up…”
“You think so?”
“Definitely. Can I see if I can make you look even better?”
“You can try.” I’m trying to play it cool but my heart is racing. I can tell that Justin is so turned on, and that is driving me crazy.
Justin comes back to the table with a plate piled high. He asks, “Are you still feeling hungry, Olivia?”
“I’m starving.” It barely comes out as a whisper. I can’t breathe right with him this close to me, knowing that he’s about to stuff me to the brim.
Before he touches the plate, he kneels down next to me and rests a hand on top of my belly.
“I can feel how full you are… but there’s definitely a little more room in here, don’t you think?”
“I think so…” He gently unzips my skirt the rest of the way, and carefully pulls down my black tights so my stomach is no longer confined. I let out a long moan, which he answers by stroking my stomach to soothe it and try to help me digest.
“Oh, you’re a big girl today, aren’t you? I think you’re already bigger than you were on the Fourth of July… I want to see if we can fill this belly up even more.”
He starts gently feeding me. I cooperate eagerly, but savor each bite. My sweater doesn’t even cover me anymore, it’s ridden up all the way under my bra. I can’t even see my skirt at all anymore, because my stomach has ballooned up over my lap. I feel the skin on my belly brush against my table cloth and let out a moan.
Justin chuckles. “You like stuffing your belly, huh Liv?”
“I love it. Please keep feeding me. I want you to keep stuffing my stomach until I completely burst out of my clothes.”
“Well, Olivia, you’re just about there. Are you saying you want me to get you another plate?”
“More!” I lean my head back and moan, clutching my swollen stomach with both hands. “I want to be stuffed to the brim.”
Justin brings me another plate, but this time he’s distracted. He’s staring at my belly, stroking it, and even leans down to lightly run his tongue across the huge mound sticking out from my torso. I squeal and buck my hips, I can’t believe how soaking wet I am, but Justin has fallen down on his job. I pick up the fork myself and shovel in more food, bite after bite.
I finish the plate and lean back in my chair, sighing heavily. I look down at my stomach, which feels like it’s about to burst. It has swelled up to the point where I look just like Kait did when she was six months pregnant.
Justin gets up and makes another plate, but he leaves it on the island in my kitchen. He walks back over to my chair and pulls me up out of it, which was quite the feat. With my belly this big, I can hardly move on my own.
Once I’m standing, Justin strokes a hand over my belly. He gently starts stripping off my clothes, until all that’s left is my black lace underwear set that I’d chosen for the occasion. He scoops me up, even with the extra five pounds of food in me, and walks me over to the kitchen island. He sets me down on the counter right next to the plate of food he just prepared.
“Olivia, can you eat anymore?”
“I don’t know, I’m starting to feel really full… My belly hurts…”
He looks down at my belly and gently presses on my stomach with his warm hand. He looks me in the eye and smiles mischievously - we both know there’s still more room in there.
With his left hand, he traces a finger all the way from my ankle to my inner thigh. I inhale sharply and grab his shoulders with both hands. He teases me, torturously, lightly brushing my clit from over my underwear. I’m breathing hard and my eyes are rolling back in my head. I feel like I’m about to explode when he finally dips his fingers inside my thong.
I can hardly believe it, but he manages to finger me with one hand and stuff my face with the other. At this point, I’m leaned back on my elbows with my massive, swollen gut sticking up in the air, moaning between bites of mashed potatoes and pie. When I’ve finished the last of my sixth plate, Justin spins me around, spreads my legs, rips off my underwear, and sinks his head down between my thighs.
I let out a moan that’s more like a scream, throwing my head back and bucking my hips. It’s indescribable, the way it felt to be packed so full of food and to feel Justin’s tongue slide skillfully over my soaking wet pussy.
After who knows how long, I lift my head up, but all I see is my bloated stomach blocking my view of Justin. I cum hard, thinking about the fact that he’s stuffed me so huge that I can’t see past my bulging stomach.
Justin places kisses all the way up my body, then slides his hands under my ass and pulls me off the countertop. He runs his hands all over my body, then spins me around and guides me into a bent-over position, leaning on the countertop.
“Oh my God, Justin, you’ve made me HUGE!” I can feel my belly almost bump against the cabinet. “Please. I need you to fill me up with your cock. I need to feel so full that I’m going to BURST.”
But he didn’t need me to tell him what to do - he had already unzipped his pants. He gripped my hips and thrust his swollen cock into my drenched pussy. I felt every thrust as my body, stuffed to the brim, made room for him to enter me over and over again.
I reached back and grabbed one of his hands, placing it on the side of my bloated stomach.
“Oh my God, Olivia, you’re fucking huge. You’re stuffed fat like a pig. I love watching your belly grow until you’re swollen up like a balloon.” He slaps the side of my belly, but it’s so packed that it doesn’t even jiggle. God, he knows exactly what I like.
That slap is enough to push me over the edge and I cum for a second time.
I pull away from him and he doesn’t let his hands leave my body. He looks confused for just a second, until I drop down to my knees and stare up at him. He takes in a sharp breath and I see his cock jerk - I can tell that he likes seeing me on my knees with my round belly hanging down between my legs.
“Justin, I’m still not full. Can you please help fill me up?” I take his thick cock into my mouth and work it into the back of my throat.
He groans as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth. I can feel on my tongue that he’s getting close to cumming, and I need to feel his cum shoot down my throat into my waiting stomach. I keep going, until finally he cums in my mouth, moaning so loud that there’s no way our neighbors didn’t hear.
I swallow his load and stand up, stroking my stomach and giving it a little pat. “Thank you baby, that really hit the spot.”
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Justin and I laid down for a nap on my couch. When I woke up, I had forgotten for a moment what we had done and I was confused to find myself half-clothed and with a swollen stomach. As the memories came back, so did my arousal. I laid there for a minute, stroking my big, round gut. Patting it, pinching it, trying to poke it and see if it had any give. I was still packed tight with all of that food we crammed into my stomach.
I crawl over to Justin and climb onto his lap, straddling him. He wakes up slowly and when he realizes I’m on top of him, he reaches up and squeezes a handful of my belly. I lean down and start making out with him, but it’s difficult to get close to him with my big stomach in the way. I grind my hips back and forth until I feel his cock get hard.
“You look amazing, Olivia.”
“Yeah? It’s definitely a look.”
“I love seeing you with your guts packed tight. The way your full stomach pushes up under your tits. How your belly button looks stretched out and your skin is pulled tight like a swollen water balloon. You look so round. Like you swallowed a beach ball.”
It was true. Even now, my skin was tight and shining as it stretched over my protruding belly.
“Will you fill me up again?” I ask him as I strip off my bra and roll my hips.
“Of course,” he grunted as he guides his cock inside me.
I rock back and forth, savoring the feeling of being stuffed with a big cock while my belly feels so full. I thrust up and down on Justin’s cock, my belly and my tits bouncing with every move. I lean back and push my belly towards his face, letting him touch and stroke it all over. He lightly slaps and pinches it, obsessing over the look of my rounded gut. We cum at the same time, both staring at my big, ballooning belly.
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As Justin is gathering his things and putting on his shoes, I walk him towards the door, tugging hard at the waistband of my skirt as I try to put it back on.
“Liv, why are you bothering?! Just put on a sweatshirt and go to sleep.”
“I guess!” I huff as I kick the skirt back off. “So, this time next holiday?”
“Sure. Come over to my apartment, we’ll see what we can do with a gallon of milk and a plate of cookies…”
