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The result of stuffing for two whole days. Just constantly eating as much as I can while awake and taking full advantage of two buffets. I feel so bloated. My stomach is massive with how much I've eaten. Everything hurts from being so stretched tight. And I love it!!

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Clara’s fork trembled as she pushed another spoonful of creamy risotto past her lips, the weight of Victor’s gaze pinning her to the chair. The dining room, lit by a single chandelier, felt like a cage, the polished table cluttered with plates of rich lasagna, buttery rolls, and a towering chocolate torte. Her dress clung to her swollen belly, the fabric straining against the taut curve that had grown with each forced bite. Victor leaned forward, his smile cold and unwavering. “Keep going, Clara. You’re doing so well,” he said, his voice a velvet-coated command.

She swallowed hard, the food settling like lead in her overfull stomach. Her breath hitched, shallow and strained, as she set the fork down for a moment. “Victor, I—I can’t,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I’m so bloated… it hurts. I feel like I’m going to burst.” Her hands hovered over her midsection, fingers brushing the tight dome that pressed against her waistband. The sensation was overwhelming, each movement sending a dull ache through her core.

Victor’s eyes narrowed, unyielding. “Nonsense. You’re stronger than that. Another bite.” He slid the torte closer, its rich scent cloying.

Clara’s throat tightened, panic rising as she stared at the dessert. “Please, I’m already so full,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. “If I keep eating, I’ll… I’ll get fatter. I can’t do this to myself.” The words spilled out, raw and desperate, her fear of losing control over her body crashing against her dread of defying him. She imagined her reflection, swollen and unrecognizable, the thought twisting her gut tighter than the food ever could.

“Clara,” Victor said, his tone sharp now, “you don’t get to decide what’s enough. Eat.” His words were a whip, snapping her back to compliance.

Her hands shook as she picked up the fork again, tears prickling her eyes. The shame burned hot, mingling with her fear of gaining weight, of becoming someone she couldn’t recognize. Each bite deepened the psychological toll—her autonomy eroded, replaced by a suffocating sense of helplessness. Her mind churned with self-loathing, whispering that she was weak, that she deserved this for not resisting. The bloating was more than physical; it was a symbol of her surrender, her identity fracturing under Victor’s control.

As she forced down another bite, her stomach protesting with a sharp pang, Clara’s thoughts spiraled. “I’m going to be huge,” she murmured, almost to herself, her voice trembling with dread. “This is ruining me.” But Victor’s smile only widened, feeding on her distress, as her body and mind buckled under the weight of his will. The food, the bloating, the fear—they were all his tools, carving away at the woman she used to be.

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Fantasy alert! This is just a belly fucking fantasy, none of these events actually transpired.

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Lexy moaned and grabbed her too full belly. She circled her bulging belly with her hands and moaned as her belly expanded a little more each second. She had let her boyfriend torture her belly and now she was starting to regret it. He made her swallow a whole bag of rice and then drink a gallon of milk so the rice would expand in her stomach and her belly would swell up like a balloon.

She moaned as her belly engorged and throbbed, feeling her stomach expand and her skin stretch even more taut over her growing belly. She unzipped her skirt and her exposed belly burst out.

Her boyfriend, Jim, pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his hands around her swollen belly. She felt his warm hands caress the soft smooth skin on her aching belly. Her belly was so round and tight as he started to smack her big full belly, causing her eyes to roll back as she moaned.

“Oof, my belly keeps swelling! My belly is so swollen I think it’s going to burst!”

Lexy moaned as her head dropped onto Jim’s shoulders, her firm belly throbbing in his big warm hands. He gently stroked and rubbed her huge round belly, and she felt his erection pressing into her back.

Her belly started pulsing and quivering as the rice expanded even more inside of her. She closed her eyes and moaned, placing her hands over his to clutch at her exploding belly.

“Good girl” he murmured in her ear. “Let that big belly go. I live for your big round full belly.”

Lexy gasped and panted as her distended belly throbbed and expanded in her hands. Desperately rubbing her aching belly, she tried to find relief from the agonizing pain of her rapidly growing stomach. Helpless to her belly, she could only watch in horror as her big swollen belly just kept growing.

Her skin was getting even tighter as her belly stretched and swelled. She could barely breathe from the pressure in her big full belly.

She cried and groaned as her belly throbbed and pulsed from the ever expanding rice in the milk. Her pussy was dripping wet from her growing belly, but she couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of her huge bulging belly.

Her belly was so big now that she couldn’t see over it! She spread her legs to make more room for her big full belly, and looked down at her pulsing globe of a belly.

Jim slid his finger into her belly button and gently began to belly button finger her. She felt his fingers press into her taut belly as she pushed her belly into his finger. Her throbbing belly started to match the pulses of his fingering and she began to climax.

She arched her back and moaned as her big belly quivered, and she felt herself soak his thighs. The ecstatic release from her orgasm didn’t lessen the throbbing pressure in her swollen belly. She closed her eyes as Jim gently stroked her belly.

“How’s that belly feeling baby?” He asked.

“I’m so full it hurts! I don’t think my belly can take it anymore! It’s so tender and swollen, I think my belly is going to rip open if it keeps throbbing like this!” She gasped

“Don’t worry, I won’t let your belly burst. Your belly is safe in my hands.” He growled in her ear

Lexi’s belly was the size of an over inflated beach ball by now! She rubbed her huge aching belly and wondered if it was going to burst open right there, and what would it feel like. She imagined her belly ripping oven at her navel and then popping like a balloon as all the pressure inside her belly bubbled over to the point of bursting.

Her belly pulsed violently, shaking her from her fantasy as she gasped and clutched her throbbing belly. Jim picked her up and carried her to the bed to lay down on her side and began stroking her belly again. She curled up on the fetal position as her belly grew even bigger, now the size of a yoga ball.

Her belly had expanded from its normal 26 inches to a full 70 inches in less than a couple hours. Jim stood over her and gently smacked her big throbbing belly at the same pace as her throbs. His big hands drumming her tight belly over and over again until she cried out “ooh Jim my belly is just so full I can’t take it!”

He smiled and inserted his fingers into her belly button again. “Is my belly baby ready to cum again?”

“Yes” she whimpered

“Good girl” he whispered raspily as he slowly slid his finger in and out of her belly button. Stretching her navel until he could fit two fingers inside. Lexi gasped as she felt her belly button stretch wide open and her throbbing belly push into Jim’s fingers.

“Ooh Jim, fuck my belly harder!” She cried

He flipped her onto her back and straddled her as he aggressively pushed his fingers deep into her navel, her belly pulsed around his fingers as he started making the come here motion inside her belly. “Are you ready for my cock baby?”

“Yes daddy!” She cried.

He unbuckled his pants and slid his rock hard, 9 inch cock into her dripping wet pussy. His hands wrapped around her engorged belly as he thrust in and out of her. As her belly throbbed from the milk and rice, his cock throbbed inside of her and she climaxed 5 times back to back.

He took his cock out of her and shoved it into her belly button, pushing his dick deep into her big full belly.

“Oh, my belly! Fuck this big bursting belly!” She screamed as he slid his cock, covered in their juices, in and out of her engorged belly.

Finally after hours of intense belly fucking , they rolled over. Her belly had finally relaxed down to a the size of a bowling ball. He spooned her and held her tender belly in his hands, gently circling her navel with his fingers as they drifted off to sleep.

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Haven't relized how enormously bloated my gut is these days. All I ate for the past 4 dsys is wandering across my bowels creating very uncomfortable pressure. If I drink soda, new portion of gasses would drill deeper inside my intestines making them to spasm. Overall - round and super tight belly

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I got suuuper bloated last night…

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This isn’t even close to the bloating stopping point before bed. This isn’t the biggest this belly has ever bloated but…

The thought of someone being turned on by this beach ball bloated belly…🤤🫠😮‍💨🥴

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I was just doing chores while suddenly i felt my gut literally expanding like a balloon, like someone was pumping air in my belly every 10 seconds or so... But it's just something disagreeing with me VERY strongly and I'm having one of the most intense and painful bloats in a long time... I'm so full and it hurts so bad, i feel like every crevice of my intestines is filled with gas,... And it's only getting started, my guts are roaring like crazy, i can feel every gas bubble moving inside me, and I can't let anything out no matter how hard i try ... I'm waddling like im pregnant, and my belly is so round and tight, it sounds like a hollow barrel 😶

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This isn’t even close to the bloating stopping point before bed. This isn’t the biggest this belly has ever bloated but…

The thought of someone being turned on by this beach ball bloated belly…🤤🫠😮‍💨🥴

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So bloated right now

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you can't tell I'm stuffing myself daily can you?

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Oops someone talked me into getting way too bloated

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How's that guy looking big boy?

Ugh feeling kinda bloated 🥵 had to let my belt and pants undone so my fat gut could swell off. I’m just leaning back groaning while cramming more food in ugh

My gut feels so tight and round, it’s stretching so much to hold all that food but I keep forcing it to hold more ugh. My gut is just swelling out of control I just slap and rub it but all that does is make me wanna eat more 😩

I don’t think my gut was supposed to hold a family meal of chicken, rolls, and mashed potatoes but I’ve almost crammed the entire meal down in one go fuck me 🥵😩🥵😩 seriously feels like I may pop if I move to fast

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Here's a good comparison. And I'm still bloated from last night too.

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Heavyweight

A huge thanks to @plumpboybellies for requesting this story, it was very fun to write! Also, a shout out to a few friends for giving me a few ideas (you'll recognize yourselves!). This story wouldn't exist without you!

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"I want you to move up a weight class," Colton's coach said. "I know you've been playing at this weight for a while, but you have a big frame. You'll be even better with more meat on you."

"How big do you want me?" Colton asked. 

Colton was a wrestler. 6'2'', 190 lbs, all of it muscle. His singlet hugged his lean body, highlighting every bit of definition. You could even guess the outline of his abs through the fabric.

"As big as you can? They removed the maximum weight limit a few years ago," Coach said. "Just bulk up as much as possible in the off season, we'll see how it works out after."

Colton nodded. This sounded fun.

"You'll probably have to kiss that eight-pack goodbye, but the extra muscle and all the heavyweight matches you'll be winning should more than make up for it," Coach laughed, slapping Colton's flat stomach.

Like any self respecting jock, Colton had a big appetite, but sticking to his wrestling weight meant he had to keep it under control. Every so often, Colton would overeat, whether it was wanting to impress his friends, having too much fun at a party, or just his stomach having the better of him, and he'd have to go on a brutal diet to cut back down.

This was, starting now, a thing of the past. After his meeting with Coach, Colton went to the nearest fast-food joint, and ordered 3 massive burgers from the get go. He knew he had the capacity, and now he could binge guilt-free.

Colton came back for a 4th. And a fifth. By then, his belly was bloated and stretching his shirt, making a gentle curve from under his pecs. That belly felt good, firm and heavy, a symbol of his newfound freedom.

"You sure about this?" Asked the vendor, as he ordered his 6th burger. Jocks overloading their bellies was a common occurrence, so some concern was natural.

"One hundred percent," he said, giving his bloated belly a good rub. It was starting to feel tight, but Colton knew there was room for at least one more.

Back at his flat, Colton took off his shirt, and checked out his gut. The six burgers had bloated him so much, it stuck out by a good 6 inches from under his pecs. His abs were still visible, making the belly look like a turtleshell.

This would be the last time Colton saw his abs, as he then opened his fridge, and continued his rampage. Chugging milk from the jug, eating an entire tub of grated carrots with the better part of a jar of mayo. Colton wasn't even sure of what some things were, he just ate them, and his belly stuck out even more. Not that he cared. He just wanted as much food as possible inside him.

Eventually, Colton got so bloated he had to lie down. His belly was a perfect ball now, his abs completely smoothed out by the tremendous volumes inside him. As if he'd been blown up like a balloon, except rather than air, it was solid, heavy food. His huge tank hurt, a bit, but it was a good pain. The kind you got after intense exercise, one that comes with a deep feeling of satisfaction. 

Colton stayed on his bed for a while, feeling up his tank of a belly, enjoying the fullness. He could have stayed like that all evening, but was this really his limit? He no longer had to keep his appetite under control, he could experiment a bit, right?

Still flat on his back, the bloated jock grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and ordered a pizza. His guilty-pleasure pizza, large and with all his favorite toppings, the one he always ordered when he felt down, or wanted to treat himself.

Waiting for the pizza to come was a haze. Digestion was starting to heat up his belly, to make him feel sleepy. When the bell rang, getting up was harder than expected. His gut was so heavy, his abs were so stretched, his quads working so hard to bear his weight. His stomach like a wrecking ball inside him. Maybe this was too much ?

All doubt vanished when he opened the door and smelled his favorite pizza. Colton felt the delivery guy's gaze on his muscular body and massive belly, giving him an extra confidence boost. He was a jock, and he had the muscle and the gut to eat meals smaller guys could only dream of.

Colton brought the pizza back to his bed, and ate it flat on his back, watching his musclegut rise a little bit with each slice. His stomach had probably reached capacity a while back, the jock now eating by sheer force of will. Pizza being dragged into his monster stomach by muscle memory. The pressure inside his stomach, the weight of all that food, the stretch on his abs, the heat of digestion, it was all one big dream-like haze. It wasn't a new feeling, but the stretching felt like heaven. The jock passed out not long after the last slice, using what strength was left in his tired body to give his bloated belly one final rub. This offseason was going to be fun

*

Colton woke up still bloated the next morning. He'd eaten so much even his rocket-speed metabolism hadn't been able to digest it all in one night. Weirdest of all, he was hungry. His belly didn't so much feel half full as it felt half empty.

Colton liked this. He made himself the biggest breakfast ever, and ate it all.

This became an everyday occurrence. Colton's belly was constantly bloated, and Colton was constantly eating. Each time his bloat went down a bit, he'd top it back up. And when his belly looked close to the limit, he'd force more food in the tank. He figured out a neat trick, if he rubbed the side of his belly with one finger after it got full, his stomach would be able to stretch a little more, allowing him to eat more.

Colton had no idea how fat he was or wasn't getting, or even what his weight was. He had to be constantly lugging a few dozens of pounds inside his gut, and it was so packed at all times he couldn't tell how much of it was muscle, fat, or just plain bloat.

All Colton knew is that he was indeed getting bigger, and was getting stronger. His arms were bigger, his pecs, his back, his legs, every muscle, actually, though with a big asterisk over his abs. Sure, people stared at him when he turned up at the gym looking pregnant, but their judgement turned to admiration when they saw how much he was lifting, or how much he could put away in just one meal.

*

The day before wrestling resumed, Colton checked himself out in the mirror. He looked so massive, so beefy, his big round gut looking great on his muscular frame. Colton picked up his singlet, unworn since the end of last season, looking forward to seeing what he'd be looking like for the next few months.

Putting it over his legs proved tough. Even his calves were tight, nevermind his massive quads. Colton painfully got it over his lower body, but when it reached his waist, the singlet blocked. Colton's enormous belly stuck out by about a foot over the girdle, so far out he didn't think he could pull the rest of it up without risking tearing the fabric.

Colton tried to suck in his belly. Tried, and failed. He could barely get it to stick out by a few inches less, and trying to suck it in any further made him feel he was about to throw up.

He stared at his reflection, his singlet hanging around his waist, his belly looking way too big. Maybe he'd taken the eating a bit too far? 

Colton decided to fast for the rest of the day. He needed his bloat to go down to fit in his singlet, and anyway, it would be useful to know his actual weight. Never mind that he probably had enough food still in his system to hibernate a whole winter.

The rest of the evening was miserable. Somehow, the many pounds of food inside Colton's enormous belly weren't enough. He now needed to be permanently stuffed. The overbulked jock went out on a run, the first in a while, hoping it would speed up his metabolism and help his belly deflate faster, but it just made him hungrier. And after months of non-stop overeating, falling asleep on a stomach that wasn't stuffed to the limit proved tough.

Out of habit, Colton took a pack of pancakes to eat as he cooked a monster omelette, before remembering. He miserably put the food back in the cupboards, his huge stomach begging him not to.

Getting dressed for his first day back wrestling, Colton found almost everything in his wardrobe was still tight around his belly, even empty. The jock had always liked wearing clothes that highlighted his physique, and had carried the bloated gut as a point of pride all the off-season, but now he felt almost embarrassed. Maybe he'd gone too far, maybe the hunger was just putting him on edge. He settled on a baggy tank top, that was loose everywhere, but that made up by showing off his meaty arms.

Colton was driving to his wrestling practice when he snapped. He passed the same burger place he'd had his first cheat meal at. Remembered stuffing himself, how good it had tasted, how nice his belly had felt. And decided he was so hungry it was probably unsafe to drive.

"You sure about this?" The vendor said, as he ordered one burger. "Don't even want a second, big guy?"

Colton's orders had been progressively getting bigger over his offseason, so this was a sudden change. Still, a second wouldn't hurt?

Colton started eating, and this was the best a cheap burger had ever tasted. He could feel the life force coming back to him as he gorged, as the food flowed into his huge hungry belly.  He ordered a 3rd burger, then a 4th, and kept eating more and more. He needed the food. It was a matter of life or death.

The jock returned to his car with his 8 burgers comfortably packed in his big round belly. He'd worry about his singlet when he got there. His belly felt so good. And he wasn't going to perform well if he was too hungry, right?

Stepping into the locker room, Colton noticed he was way bigger than the other wrestlers. Even bigger than he expected. Guys he used to think of as massive, he now outbulked. Some had trimmed down, others had beefed up, but no one had gained as much as Colton, and he wasn't the only one to notice.

"Wow Colt', look at those guns!" said a jock.

"Bro the other heavyweights won't stand a chance," said another, feeling up his biceps and triceps. Because of his loose tank top, his arms stood out the most. And yeah, they had grown a lot bigger.

Colton was more than happy to have all the guys playing withis his big arms. His bulk had been a success, after all. The tune changed, however, when Colton took off his shirt, revealing his massive belly.

"Bro, you got pregnant or what?" 

"Damn dude, I know coach said bulk up but damn. It looks like you've done nothing but eat everyday until that belly is past its limit! That's some serious extra heft bro."

Other wrestlers stopped what they were doing, and came up to see Colton's new belly for themselves.

"I ate a lot at lunch time," Colton said, trying to defend himself.

"Yeah, and at breakfast, and at dinner, and a lot of snacking too, everyday. We can tell," one wrestler replied. Colton couldn't think of a come-back, the guy was right.

"Guys just how much do you think we can fit in here?" said one guy, passing a hand over Colton's big belly. "A gallon? Two gallons? Maybe even three gallons? It's really huge!"

The whole wrestling team was around him, playing with his belly, when Coach stepped into the locker rooms.

"You guys never seen a heavyweight wrestler, or what?" 

The other jocks stepped back. Coach walked up to Colton, eyeing up his belly. Gave it a few slaps.

"They've got a point, though. This is one big belly," Coach said, giving it a few more pats. "Go get changed, son."

Colton blushed and acquiesced. As the other jocks walked out, Colton pulled his singlet out of his bag. He hadn't eaten that much, only eight burgers, and he'd fasted before, so he was probably going to fit, right?

As last night, it was tight around his legs, the fabric straining over his bulked quads. Getting it over his meaty butt was even harder. It hadn't grown as much as his belly, but he couldn't suck it in, meaning he had to force hard.

Then came the belly. Colton sucked it in as hard as he could, pulled the singlet up, and nothing happened. He just felt really tight around the places he'd already put it on.

Colton relaxed, took a few breaths. Looked at his huge round belly on his beefy frame. The extremely tight singlet around his quads. He checked out his backside in a mirror, it looked vacuum sealed. Still, if he could get it over his butt, he could get it over his belly, right?

The jock breathed out all the air in his lungs. Sucked his gut in so hard he almost felt one of the burgers come back up. The belly still stuck out by a few inches, but Colton could now slowly inch the singlet up over his paunch. By the time he'd gotten his arms through the holes, he'd been holding his breath for so long he was about to pass out.

Colton's singlet was back on, clinging tightly to every bit of his bulked body. So tight, it was as if it had been spray painted on him. His beefy pecs, his quads, and of course his big round belly, prominent even as he sucked it in. A big change from last season. 

Pleased with himself, Colton relaxed, breathing normally once again.

crrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaack

Colton heard fabric tearing. He looked down, and saw his singlet completely torn, his bare belly sticking far out.

"Uh, Coach!" he called out, "I have a problem."

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Getting so round 🥰

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So bloated and bubbly from eating all day.