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Burps are hot but burp denial??

"No, no, my swollen cutie. All that gas stays in your tummy. You just keep drinking that soda and let your belly fill up more and more. That's right, keep it in. Think of how round and achy you're gonna be after this. Your belly hurts? I know. Look how big and stuffed you are. Look at this gorgeous tummy! But keep it all in. You're gonna feel so good when you're done."

like....omg....

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Mood for today is fedees who moan shamelessly about how full their belly is getting. Bonus points if those moans are interrupted by burps

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My favorite part of stuffed burps is the little groan of pleasure/pain right after.

The burp felt SO good, but the belly is still SO achingly full

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The phrase "I ate too much" is sooooo hot, especially when it is moaned through uncontrolled burps.

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Full, Fuller, Fullest

Part 1: Full

"Heyyyy!" She answered the phone with her usual cheerful manner.

Andy gulped. He had called to ask her out to dinner. It would be their very first official date.

He had met Sammie at a house party a few weeks ago, and they had drunkenly hit it off. They were both athletic and naturally slim, but Sammie had worn these jean shorts and a crop top that showed off how bloated the beer made her belly. She was tiny, so even a little bloat was obvious on her.

Andy had not been able to take his eyes off her—or her belly—and with his own stomach full of liquid courage, he walked over and struck up a conversation.

He had worried that she saw him eyeing her stomach, because she kept rubbing her hand over it while they talked. But on their multiple lunch dates, she hadn't said anything about it, and had only eaten a normal amount of food.

"Andy?" Sammie's questioning voice sounded over the phone and he jolted back to the present.

"Hey, sorry," he mumbled. "I uh wanted to ask you in class today, but I didn't see you, and uh I couldn't wait so...umm doyouwannagoonadatetonight?" He was so nervous that he ran all his words together. There was a pause and then Sammie exclaimed, "Yes!! I'd love to! I've been waiting for you to ask."

So it was settled. Andy would pick her up at 7 for a fancy Italian dinner, her absolute favorite. He would order plenty of food, and if they didn't eat it all, then he would have to resign the idea that she might be into bellies like he was.

He picked her up right on time. She was wearing a pair of high-rise pants, a lacy crop top and an open blazer jacket.

"You look lovely," he grinned.

At the restaurant, they each ordered a glass of wine, but before she could look at the menu, he reached across and put his hand on hers. "I don't want you to do anything but eat and enjoy yourself tonight. Let me do the ordering."

"Sure," she nodded, not looking the least surprised. She leaned back and sipped on her wine while he perused the menu.

The waiter came by and took Andy's order and refilled Sammie's glass of wine as well. It was a strong vintage, and from the flush on her cheeks, Andy could tell she was feeling the alcohol. A little tiny thing like her couldn't have much of a tolerance anyway.

They chatted and sipped at their drinks, Andy keeping her glass topped off the whole time. They almost finished the whole bottle by the time the antipasto arrived.

The plate was piled high with bruschetta, and they both dug in eagerly.

"Mmmm...this is so good!" Sammie said around a mouthful of bread and tomatoes.

Andy took a deep drink of wine before nodding, "This place had the best bruschetta. Here, take another." He slid three more pieces of bread onto her plate.

She did not hesitate and quickly finished all three. Ever the gentleman, Andy let her have the majority.

Next came the pasta. A heaping bowl of spaghetti and homemade meat sauce covered in fresh cheese.

Sammie twirled her fork into the bowl and popped it in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," was all she said before diving back into the dish.

Andy watched in quiet fascination while Sammie finished off the entire big bowl of pasta with seemingly no effort. He was 2/3 done with his and starting to feel a bit full.

He stifled a belch into his napkin and leaned back patting his stomach. "Oof, gotta make room for the next course."

Sammie who had been nursing the last glass of wine, quirked an eyebrow.

"You're done?" She asked, casually.

Yes yes yes! Thought Andy. She's into this alright.

Out loud, however, he just said, "It's all yours," and slid the bowl to her. She finished quickly, hardly stopping to sip at her wine until all the pasta was gone.

The bowl empty, she leaned back in her seat and rested a hand on her middle. Andy cursed under his breath at not being able to see how swollen her belly was getting. But before Sammie could ask what he said, the waiter appeared with two massive plates of fish.

Silence fell again while they ate, but this time, Sammie was the first one to stop.

"Mmmmpf, this is soo good but—uurp—oh excuse me. I'm getting a little full."

Andy sat up straighter in his seat and caught a glimpse of her belly. It was pushing hard against the tight waist of her pants and her crop top had slid up a bit, revealing the growing curve of belly under her ribs.

"Surely you've got more room," he laughed, trying to make himself sound confident about casual. "This is your favorite food after all!"

Sammie put both hands on her belly. "Oof it is but..."

"But nothing then!" Andy interrupted. Boldly, he loaded up her fork and put it in her hand. "Come on, down the hatch."

She struggled up and kept eating. Andy did his best to subtly encourage her, saying things like:

"Isn't this good?"

"Food like this is too good to take home."

"Italian food is best enjoyed on a full belly anyway."

She finished her fish with a groan and slumped back, cradling her stomach with both hands.

"Ooooh..." she moaned weakly.

"There!" Andy cried. "Wasn't that good?"

"Mmmpf—UUURP—" Sammie blushed bright red and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, oh dear. Excuse me...."

"Nothing to worry about." Andy reassured her, sliding his mostly finished fish to her side of the table. "Big burps like that are a sign of a happy belly. Also, you've got a little more room now, so you can finish these last bites right?"

Sammie looked down at his fish, but before she could protest, Andy took a big forkful and popped it in her mouth.

She grunted and groaned around the mouthful, but chewed and swallowed obediently. When he held up the second and third bites, she ate those as well. Her belly groaned, Andy could hear it over the smooth jazz music in the restaurant. It was packed tight (and he wasn't nearly done stuffing it tonight.)

"Oh well done, Sammie," he said. "Nice and full now, yeah?"

He could see her belly without much effort now. The lacy crop top was riding up to nearly her breasts, no matter how much she pulled it down.

"Oooh...Andy, I'm—urp uuuurp—stuffed...ooof." Sammie massaged circles into her belly where it was bulging over her pants. Her pale skin was stretched taut with all the food and wine inside her body. "I've never been this fu—uuuuuurp...ohhh...full."

He reached over the table and gave her belly a light pat. "I hope you aren't," he said. "Because here comes dessert."

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Mood for today is full tummies in fancy clothes. Just bulging bellies in ball gowns and suits. Rubbing a full, achy tummy through a skin tight, sequined dress

Bonus points if they're tipsy and push their tummy into me for rubs....

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Boys with big, achy, full tummies

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Put 👏 your 👏 age 👏 in 👏your 👏 bio!

I want to share my kinks with others in the community. That's the delight of Tumblr. But if you don't have an age in your bio, I WILL block you, and then we can't gush over our love for tummies together 😭😭

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I love punishment stuffing. Like, oops, I ate the cake for your party by accident, and now my belly is so round and full. And as I'm trying to digest and hide all the evidence, you come home early. My stomach is so tight and heavy that I can't get up and you find me swollen on the kitchen floor with incriminating crumbs all around my mouth and on my belly. So now I have to eat the cupcakes and drink the milk too as my punishment for being such a naughty girl. And if I do good and eat them all, you might just give me tummy rubs for being a good girl.

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Another scenario that makes me feral is doctor stuffings.

You go to the doctor having put on a little weight in your belly. The doctor examines you and then asks you to take your shirt off so he can see your belly better. He spends a long time touching and listening to your stomach before saying you're too thin.

He clears his schedule for the rest of the day and you sit in the exam room on that little paper sheet in just your underwear while the doctor feeds you slice after slice of pizza. He uses his stethoscope on your tummy and pats it, telling you that you're not full yet, despite how round you are and how tight your belly feels.

He feeds you until you're a groaning, aching mess on the exam table, then dresses you in your old clothes and says he wants to see you tomorrow.

And you waddle out into the waiting room with your bloated belly on full display for all the other patients to see, just groaning and rubbing your tummy as you walk.

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Just got back from a road trip and kept myself awake during the long drive by eating a big lunch and slowly drinking a big milkshake and feeling my full tummy get fuller and fuller with every sip. It was so hot omg

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Kinda wanna be taken to the beach and lay under a umbrella with a feeder who stuffs me so full my one piece bathing suit rips and puts my greedy tummy on display.

Then I can nap in the sun while my feeder puts sunscreen on my belly and everyone sees just how gluttonous I am

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Maybe this is very niche but here's a fantasy of mine.

My partner takes me out for a public stuffing in a restaurant. I'm wearing a tight shirt so my belly is very obvious. He feeds me so much food and booze that I look pregnant, but when I beg for belly rubs, we play a little game. I have to walk around outside until someone pats my belly and asks how far along I am. Normally, I'd be soooo embarrassed, but I'm just drunk enough to be bold, so I waddle like a pregnant person, trying not to belch from all the food in my belly.

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Mood for today is kissing the underbelly of your overstuffed feedee and listening to them moan with pain and pleasure.

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Tummy kisses are so freaking hot. You kiss the hardest working part of their body, feeling how firm it is under your lips.

Your feedee moans and squirms, calling your name in a breathy voice and doing exactly what you say, and you keep rewarding them with kisses on the sensitive part of their belly where they're stuffed fullest.

Just...🥵

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*gently pokes your tummy* "You're full? No, no I don't think so. Now, open wide."