fillo-dough

[fillo-dough]

With my T-shirt on, I feel like my belly is relatively hidden. It’s only when I lift my shirt up that you can see the roundness of my belly. Maybe that should be changed? Or I just need to wear more crop-tops.

[fillo-dough]

I don’t remember these pants being so thin…at least purple looks good on me, don’t you think?

[fillo-dough]

At first I thought it was juice dripping down my front, but it was more like the juice was dripping…inside me?

[fillo-dough]

You know, I’ve been told if you drink enough milk it makes your tits bigger. Thought I’d try it, and it seems they might have gone up a size. My tops are snugger, at least.

[fillo-dough]

Let’s not give all the love to the belly, you gotta diversify 😉

[fillo-dough]

The way my underwear squeezes a little divot around my hips drives me WILD

[fillo-dough]

I had to just remove the belt entirely 🤭 unfortunately there still is elastic underneath

[fillo-dough]

Time to sit back and relax 🍎😙

[fillo-dough]

If you were squeezed, what would come out of you? 👀

Hear me out: gumball.

The gumball machine in the parking lot of Vera’s apartment building never made any sense to her. Why was there a gumball machine in a parking lot? At a distance, it didn’t seem to have any gumballs in it, so she figured it was junk that nobody had gotten rid of.

One day, however, out of curiosity, Vera walked past the gumball machine and looked into its glass dome. She was surprised to see that it was not, in fact, empty, but had two individually wrapped gumballs rattling around the bottom. Individually wrapped? She turned knob on the machine, and one fell out—no quarter required. She examined the wrapper. It had no brand name, but did have a small expiration date stamped on to it. It wasn’t expired. Vera unwrapped the gumball and popped it into her mouth, the flavour of bubblegum releasing from the crunching ball into her mouth.

Going to bed that evening, she noticed the sounds of squelching and rumbling leaking out of her insides. The next morning, she awoke to find her belly slightly bloated and gurgling steadily. She found herself swelling slowly throughout the day, with no success at relieving the building pressure—except for the occasional involuntary fart. When she got home, she was relieved to undo the constricting waistband holding in her now clearly bloated middle. As she got in bed, the squelching was undeniable—each gurgle squeezing air out of her as she settled in to sleep.

The next morning, everything was different. She had gone from a noticeable but normal uncomfortable bloating to rounded out as if she had swallowed a bowling ball overnight. There was no more gurgling or squelching, but her belly was hard. Rock hard. She sat up slowly, heaving herself upright and straddling her belly between her legs. Shit, shit, she had slept in. Quinn was going to be here in 10 minutes. She got out of bed — nearly doubling over her new body when she stood up—and pulled on some sweatpants which she tied at the very end of the drawstring. Pulling on a shirt, she heard the buzzing that signalled that Quinn was outside the apartment, waiting to be let in. When a knock at her door followed not long after, she opened the door for Quinn, waiting in a black tee and distressed jeans.

“Hey, hey,” Quinn’s eyes immediately shot down to Vera’s belly. God, she was huge.

Vera welcomed him in and they chitchatted as she helped set up to watch a movie on the couch. She kept finding herself resting her hand on her belly, supporting the underside, or rubbing it absentmindedly—as if that would relieve the the pressure from the weight of the unmoving ball she was carrying. Quinn kept taking in what had been added to his girlfriend’s body. He decided not to say anything, and figured she would bring up the elephant in the room if needed.

Not long into the movie, cuddling turned into gentle kissing which turned into sexual passion. With their faces locked together, Quinn slowly pushed Vera onto her back, resting much of his weight on top of her. Vera felt the hardness of her belly give out with a sudden crunch, letting out a reflexive moan. She felt whatever was inside of her push towards an exit and begin to slide out. Quinn leaned back.

“You okay?”

Vera didn’t want to lose the momentum of the moment.

“Yeah,” she nodded hesitantly. “Just be careful not to lean on me too much.”

Quinn nodded and resumed kissing her, being careful not to put too much weight on her. He grabbed at her waist, squeezing the sides of her belly. She moaned again, this time something smooth and stretchy pressed out of her with a squish. Quinn pulled back again.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m… it’s all coming out.”

“Oh, you mean you’re…?”

“No, no, it’s something else.”

Out of curiosity, Quinn asked to undo her belt buckle. He looked to find what looked —and smelled — like pink, chewed bubble gum. Was that was she was full of? Can’t be, certainly.

“Let me help,” he said, pushing and rubbing her middle. With each push or squeeze she moaned again and gum was pumped out of her. By the time he slowed, she had shrunk down to a present but significantly reduced size. She never was that big again, but never again was she completely her previous size. Quinn quickly became comfortable with the squelches and gurgles, although Vera did have to adjust her closet.

[fillo-dough]

Just a lil’ belly 😚

[fillo-dough]

I need someone with the ability to stretch the limits of the human body to make this before and after a reality. I just think the curves from my insides filling up with cream would suit me, you know?

[fillo-dough]

Catch of the day 🦞

[fillo-dough]

Feeling curvy 🖤

[fillo-dough]

honestly you are pioneering plus size fashion at this point. if i fill you up with enough heavy whipping cream and melted ice cream, would model something for me? (assuming you can even stand🤭)

Assuming I can even stand! What, you don’t wanna see my runway waddle? 😉

[fillo-dough]

pop!

[fillo-dough]

I NEED someone to cinch me down 😩

[fillo-dough]

Is it just me or is this dress getting shorter?