azure/anon selfinsert weightgain/stuffing/gas/feeding/slob?

azure: that sort of cozy warm fullness after a bottle of ale sounds pleasant
azure: granted it also applies to a bottle of literally anything
anon: usually coolness then
azure: oh yeah thats true

azure: as long as its heavy its probably suitable for casual lethargic fullness
anon: maybe a bottle of heavy cream
azure: ive never even had heavy cream but i can imagine it might be more than a bit filling
anon: 36% fat
anon: it'll help!

azure: filling and expanding then
azure: probably faster than eating that much calories in donuts anyway
anon: just chug it~
azure: maybe get a bunch of those little square cartons and see how many it takes~

anon: 'til what? :>
azure: to fill up to the brim maybe, or at least run out of room for the donuts
azure: or maybe just achieve some level of bloatiness
azure: all of which are noble goals imo

anon: Until all that's left is what's on your face
azure: emptying the little cartons only counts if you get every last drop out
anon: otherwise they wouldn't be empty

azure: might have to stagger them a bit to get it all in
azure: people arent bottomless after all~
anon: well then i'd just help you massage it out
anon: (assuming you're the one getting heavy with cream)
azure: its vague, but all three possibilities seem pretty good to me
azure: that, you, or just some nameless cute with too much cream and just enough belly :V

anon: unf if you stuff me with that much cream i'm gonna cry
anon: happily but still
azure: well hopefully not over the fullness
azure: because if any cream fillings are happening it would hopefully be slow, gentle, tantalizing and with plenty of kneading and tummy cradling, to optimise just how much gets packed away~

anon: i'll try to belch as much as possible
azure: as much as comfortably possible at least, though it'd certainly be nice if you could make enough room for just a few more gulps once the little empty cartons start piling up

azure: it might seem a bit counterproductive to use the small square cartons instead of the big 2L ones, but the way i see it it means every single sloshy handful of thick cream you manage to chug down is itself enough to fill up that gut and maybe fuel a good belch or two, and splitting them into smaller portions means every one you down is an achievement in itself, there's more room to take pause for belly rubs and play, and it only emphasises just how much of a glutton you'd been once you have a nice little pile going and the amount of individual cartons of heavy, fattening fluid groaning and sloshing about in your soft, bulging belly with every gentle pat and deep, groping knead is too much to be counted on one hand's worth of chubby, damp fingers~
azure: that and because the little cartons are cute

anon: I sigh heavily with each carton done and groan as you massage my tightening belly, having ruined my pants zipper and shirt's buttons
anon: if you keep going i'm gnna need to borrow one of yours

azure: that might be inevitable either way, considering its not hard to feel the combined cartons of cream churning around in that taut, overpacked tummy with every single motion it or you make, and just teasing your belly button with one finger makes it obvious how strained and heavy you were after such a gluttonous evening, fingers sliding up the groaning swell of your middle and beneath your tight shirt to rub gently at your chest and coax you into lolling your mouth open for the deep, gurgling noises escapping your midriff, the other hand kneading at your side and gently pinching whatever layer of chub was already filling out your form; just one more carton would be enough to push you over the edge, filling your stuffed belly beyond any reasonable limits, yet it was obvious that you were only a few good burps away from having the space to dutifully chug down whatever pack of thick drink raised to your lips, as long as you still had that teasing, nuturing hand rubbing circles in your belly and cradling the bloated mass~

anon: I have to belch with you squeezing me between your hand and own gut, smooshing against my back as a reminder of how bigger i'm getting in comparison with all that cream taking up space
anon: the air's hot and starting to smell stale

azure: tugging your hands away whenever you try to pull at your clothes, to make sure the only way you're getting out of those tight pants and straining shirt is if your already-huge gut manages to swell further, and rewarding the low, rumbling belch that escapes your creamy lips into the humid air with a gentle, exaggerated thump to the side of your belly, feeling you sway and slosh from the impact and your zipper being forced a bit lower under your stomach; the hand stays on your side, holding your full, swollen middle gently, as a full carton is raised to your lips from behind and gently poured into your mouth, holding you steady and very gently squeezing your middle as every audible glulp and glunk fills your queasily-rumbling belly just a tiny bit further and further and stretches you just a tiny bit more, though every single inch feels like a mile with how incomprehensibly full you are and every mouthful swallowed is like another pound for the greedily, insatiably gluttonous boy you've become~

anon: My belly's reddening and i'm sweating. I -squish- and ­-shlck-  as i try to move around even though i'm held in place by both you and the weight of my belly, but I can't resist every box that gets put in front of my face

azure: once the carton's last droplets finally vanish into you, though, theres a nice, long reprieve before any more cream finds its way to your lips, a reprieve you've more than earned judging by how swollen and heavy you've become, and how it takes two hands to gently rub and cradle that huge tummy from behind, taut and gurgly and bulging outwards and absolutely filled to the brim; one finger teasingly drumming on the firm surface is enough to cause gentle yet audible glunks and blorps to emit from the overtaxed belly filling your lap, and as you're leaned back to bask in your overwhelming fullness, the other hand rubs up and down your chest to gently coax out any colossal belches that might be brewing inside that monstrously bloated gut, huge and heavy and leaving you a hot, sloshing, gurgling mess as the empty cartons scattered on the table in front of you remind you of just how much you guzzled down and just why you're not only too big for your own pants and top, but why you're going to be waking up the next morning with an excess of flabby blubber once the gentle massaging to your midriff gets all that cream digesting and bubbling and squelching away~

anon: i gotta sleep on my side because my belly's so heavy
anon: belching and farting heavily in my sleep

azure: hopefully always having a hand on that heaving gut to gently knead and rub all the heavy gas out, gently playing with the swollen mass and sloshing you back and forth teasingly to remind you just how enormous you are~

anon: of course, who could resist?
anon: I'm a big ballboy full of cream~

azure: bulging out of your clothes, bursting your zippes, sloshing and gurgling with every playful slap and thump to your belly and only occasionally needing the provoking contact to belch up a thick, cream-flavored sign of fullness

anon: i could rest souundly on that belly

azure: and it's only going to get bigger once you start bulking up from the cream and every night spend guzzling and chugging down pints of heavy, gut-swelling dairy pushes your limits further and further~

anon: So I can be a thunderingly obese boy with all my shirts torn and stained with it

azure: the biggest, heaviest, most ravenously insatiable boy around, and with the belly to prove just how far you can go when it comes to gorging yourself into a gurgling, overbloated mass, be it by delicious meals for entire families or just guzzling down the fattening cream you've apparently grown to love until your already-enoromous stomach is a huge, riple, taut blimp of gurgling, groaning, sloshing fullness that ripples and wobbles with every slap and leaves you belching and gasping from the slightest touch to your bare, triple-wide tanker of a tummy~

anon: Mnn, that's a pretty good belly
anon: How about my butt? :9

azure: itd only be fair that every bit of you has the chance to shine as much as your colossal gut does when it comes to sheer enormity, and itd be a heinous crime if it didnt come with the sort of massive, overbearingly wide and heavy ass that crushes patio chairs, overflows airplane seats and leaves you taking up entire loveseats by yourself, though only the latter really comes into play considering you'd hardly have the time to travel when you're too busy making an absolute pig of yourself and adding more soft, jiggly pounds to that warm, pants-shredding bottom~

anon: It and my belly are always squeezing against the sides of the shower
anon: leaving me with a fun hotbox when i get gassy in it

azure: it might be hard to resist the urge to cram you full of decadently greasy take-out, top your rumbling gut off with some cream (though hardly enough to leave you "stuffed" by your own incredibly gluttonous standards), and send you off to the shower to watch you slosh and gurgle and groan trying to squeeze your swollen self into the tight, damp confines~

anon: my bare fat is squishing flat up against the walls, easily visible through the glass

azure: wed have to just go the sponge bath route, have you stand in the bathtub while that huge, full, gurgling gut gets a nice soaping down and rinsing off, partly to make sure you're nice and clean for the wardrobe-detroying dinner scheduled for later and partly to see what kind of lewd burps, rumbling farts and massive, groaning, drawling belches we can squeeze out of a fat boy like you just through post-lunch belly pampering and scrubbing~

anon: cleaning every inch and getting in every fold and crecvice
azure: and squeezing every curve and sloshing about the entire heavy mass whenever possible
anon: lifting my fat armflab to clean my pits

azure: its only a matter of time before you're just as sweaty and food-covered as before, but we have to make sure you're nice and clean so every single smear or splattering can get the attention in deserves in-between shoving more into your quaking belly
azure: something something calm before the storm

anon: the couch is the only seat that'll fit me so i have to eat everything there

azure: thankfully the room is spacious so walking around it to keep a steady supply of food heading towards your face is easier, otherwise you might have an unfortunate lull in the desserts and dinners lining up to be ravenously devoured without a seconds hesitation~

anon: I grab them messily with my fat hands, mush the food into my chubby face and not caring what else spills down my chest

azure: the tight grey shirt covering most (but not all) of your torso thankfully catches most of what you lose high enough to be retrieved, but its only a few minutes of eating before the front of your top is stained various colors, and the top itself is getting tight around your massive doughy round gut further down, though we both know the thick roll of flab hanging out from your top and over your pants is only the start of how titanic that gut's going to be when it's well and truly stuffed, and the heavy roll gets a squeeze and shake to send gurgles throughout your tummy and chest and ease a short, deep burp from your lips

anon: I start eating a rolled up pizza pie, learning as forward as my belly lets me
anon: make sure to spread my legs for it

azure: getting down "just" a pizza pie shouldn't be a challenge for a boy as huge and hungry as yourself, but that doesn't mean there isn't a hand pressing circles in your bulging belly or soft back to ease you into messily stuffing the entire thing down and immediately reaching for something to wash it down with~

anon: i grab a gallon of soda, drinking it like a glass

azure: as it slowly vanishes down your throat you wouldn't have to worry too much about the groaning, sloshing fluid swelling your belly just a bit further, two hands already dutifully kneading and rubbing your blimping gut beneath the thick, warm flab and pressing against either side of your enormously wide frame to slosh your flabby frame back and forth a little teasingly

anon: welp