azure/anon encouraging wg/stuffing

azureangelic: before long you'll have a lapful of big doughy tummy
anon: I
anon: really hope so
azureangelic: and then you'd be stuck just having to jiggle and wobble everywhere you went :U
anon: iubgfhg
anon: yess pls

azureangelic: popping the buttons on old pants and having old shirts ride up your bouncing belly when so you much as leaned backwards
azureangelic: sitting down at the table at a resturant and having to shimmy your fat ass out when you've finished and your gut is too swollen to hide from anyone around you
anon: ;w;

azureangelic: feeling your thighs rub togehter as you waddle and the way practically your entire body seems soft and plush as you squeeze into clothes
azureangelic: and of course the eating, needing more and more food to fill your rotund tummy and being practically immobile when you're finished, the sheer mass of taut, soft gut filling your lap pinning you down and leaving you to wallow in fullness and do your best to squeeze out enough gurgling belches so that there's enough give in the bloated orb to heave your bloated self up and toddle to the kitchen for more, tummy sagging under its own weight and drooping over the waist of your boxers
anon: a-ahhh...
anon: <3

azureangelic: eventually you'd be lucky enough to find a significant other willing to handle the burden of keeping you fed and happy, and your nights would devolve into feeling pastries and chocolate sliding down your gullet and the hands groping you from behind, soft moobs oozing from between their fingers and tummy streaked with chocolate and icing until they finally succeeded in filling you to the brim with fattening, delicious food and rewarded you by sliding to your front and giving your massive, gurgling belly a series of loving kisses and teasing licks whilst you couldn't help but belch and hiccup, knowing that by the time the morning came around your too-tight clothes would be ruined again and you could be playfully chastised for being the not-so-little piggy you are
anon: ...
anon: fuck
anon: ahh omg

azureangelic: just think of all the fun you'd have, getting your belly stoked and lifted as you stand nude in the bedroom and your faticiously exasperated partner tried and failed to tug your tank tops below your deep, plush belly button or to yank up a pair of sweatpants past your huge ass, squeezing the meaty cheeks and whining about how hard it is to get you dressed when you eat and eat and eat some more until the only thing remaining is crumbs, belches and a swollen, gurgly tummy that s/he inevitably has to soothe and ease
anon: ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck
anon: <3

azureangelic: to say nothing of having to drag you to the store for more clothes, your blubber oozing out from under your shirt and forming love handles that s/he can't quite keep her hands off of, making you jiggle and bounce around in public and intentionally giving you far too small clothes to try on just to listen to you grunt and huff when that elastic pair of black boxers refuses to reach your wide waist and gives up on life around the thunder thighs you've built on a foundation of cake and sweets
anon: if i could
anon: i'd be screaming r now
anon: <3

azureangelic: and yet they always seem to make sure you can't go home without a nice, filling meal, partly out of thinly-vailed love for your plush frame and partly to tease you as you have to leave the resturant amidst passerby glancing at your exposed, creamy underbelly flesh and flinching as you let loose a thunderous belch from your partner wrapping an arm around your torso and slapping the side of your jelly belly to watch it slosh and shake

anon: damnit
anon: stop getting my hopes up
anon: but keep writing this shit
anon: its hot

azureangelic: s/he learns just how to push your buttons, exactly how to feed you enough to fill your doughy midriff until it's taut and bulging and then coax you into eating even more, the precise way to leave you a panting, gurgling mess on the bed, surrounded by food wrappers and nursing a whopper of a distended, overfilled stomach, and the ebst way to dig their fingers into your soft flesh to squeeze out belches that wake the neighbors and leave you moaning and squirming beneath your tummy in embarassed arousal whilst they grip your rolls and spread your thighs, eager for a snack of their own after a job well done
anon: oh my fucking agohrnjekljpu/

azureangelic: afterwards they peel your thin shirt from your upper torso, leaving you fully exposed while they curl up on your tummy, head between your thick, wobbly moobs, and doze off to the sounds of your energetic digestion, feeling your body turn the painful fullness into warm jiggly fat so that you can repeat the ordeal again and again
anon: <3333

azureangelic: but for now you just have to keep working on growing that tummy and someday you'll reach the meteoric heights of being a food-addled blimp of a boy, having your tummy kneaded and rubbed after a three-course meal and belching enough to bring down the roof
anon: I hjsg
anon: i witll tyr!
azureangelic: yay~