#belly rubs
he had a hunch, but in order to prove it, he’d need to put it to the test.
it hadn’t been the first time he’d caught her staring when she thought he wasn’t looking, but it certainly was the first time he’d found her staring at his stomach in particular. he couldn’t say for sure, but he could’ve sworn he saw something akin to desire in her eyes.
after that, he’d started to notice the little things. things that before wouldn’t have aroused any alarms, but now were all going on his list he had titled “evidence that my crush might be into my belly??” in the notes app on his phone.
like the way she’d always “accidentally” have too much of whatever treat she had brought with her when they were together, and the excess always ended up on his plate. an extra square of brownies, a couple extra muffins, two cups of iced coffee instead of one. not that he’d ever decline it, though. not when her desserts made him want to moan out obscenities in the middle of the lounge they were in.
now, he just had to prove it. secret glances and overly generous, caloric gifts weren’t enough. he had to have undeniable evidence before he’d believe it, so he had arranged for them to meet at an buffet diner that she had mentioned in the past, hoping to put his theory to the test.
she showed up and they went up to the counters, and he went about filling up his first two plates, throwing a glance over to her as he sat down. he held back a grin as he saw her eyes fall down to the full plates, then dart down to his middle, where his belly was concealed by a baggy hoodie he had thrown on. if all went as planned, that hoodie wouldn’t be at all baggy by the time the night was over.
they talked as they ate, and he’d barely noticed he had finished both plates until his fork scraped the empty bottom, and shook them both out of their reverie. he barely had time to react before her she stood up, offering him a smile, telling him she’d go get him another plate. he couldn’t find the words to formulate a response before she was off, and what the fuck–
so she was into it!
once she was back, he dug into the next plate with vigor, chatting along as he ate, but noticing that she hadn’t made herself a plate, and seemed content to sit and watch him eat. it made him squirm in his seat, along with the first notes of fullness that were starting to creep up on him. he let one hand fall to his belly, and he watched her eyes follow. he slipped it under his hoodie, and placed it on the crown of his belly where it had begun to feel tight. her eyes followed the movement, gaze held firm on his belly as he rubbed it, not able to hold back a quiet groan that fell from his lips.
he got up and grabbed his next plate, eating a slower pace this time around, the feeling of fullness ever-present now. she seemed to be unable to sit still, legs rubbing against each other, squirming in her seat almost as much as he was, and he was almost giddy with the thought.
by the time he was finished, they had fallen into a comfortable silence, but her eyes stayed drifting between his belly, which was now filling out the space of his hoodie, the overfull curve of it obvious under the thin material, and his face. he wondered if he could take this a step further, and with a glance around the restaurant, he let out a small moan, watching her eyes widen at the noise.
“i’mreally fucking full, can you give me a hand? or better yet, do you think you could just–rub my belly for a minute, please?” he tried to give her a pleading look, but he didn’t even think he needed to, because she was already crossing over to his side of the booth, her hands falling to his belly. she looked up to him, once, and at his nod, slipped her hands up under his hoodie, already massaging into the warm flesh. god. if this was his reward for stuffing himself silly every time, he could definitely make a habit out of it.
This guy’s eating is getting out of hand
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coach inspects his full jock after the team dinner
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it’s important to properly inspect a belly after a big meal
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aaaannnd release :)
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I can’t even begin to describe how incredibly soft and plush I feel when I am gaining. It feels so amazing to have to squished and played with. I’m my own personal stress toy. ;)
Oops guess my baby boy has grown a lot after all of those feeding sessions… keep on feeding me guys I really enjoy getting bigger
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Slapping a fully packed round gut is the best feeling. I’m proud.
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