The 16th of June is my birthday so I treated myself to some big birthday cake!

Happy Birthday to me; I’m 26 now~

Roommate

Megan’s stomach clenched painfully, a mixture of nerves and excitement. She was finally moving out of her parent’s house, and moving from a sleepy little village to the big city opened a world of possibility for her. She didn’t know yet what she would do with all that freedom, but she was excited to find out.

The only problem was, her only having a starter job, that she had to have a roommate. She only had a starter job so, like most people moving out for the first time, there was nowhere she could afford to live by herself, so she was forced to move in with a near perfect stranger. She’d met him once before though, and he seemed nice enough, if a little quiet.

Megan set the last box down with a huff of exertion. She was generally pretty fit, from years of netball at school and college, but dragging all her belongings up 3 flights of stairs still took a toll. She collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, smiling at the thought that this room was all hers. She laid there for a few minutes, catching her breath, when there was a gentle knock at the door.

Megan sat forward with a jolt, brushing wisps of blond hair out of her face.

“Come in!” She half-yelled awkwardly.

There was a click, and the door swung slowly forward. Her new roommate, Tom, stood in the doorway, looking uncomfortable with his shoulders hunched with his hands in his pockets.

“Hi Megan. I know you’ve had a long day, what with moving in and everything. So I, uh, made you dinner, if you want it.”

As he said it, her stomach growled quietly with hunger. Just a glance out the window told her that it was far later than she realised, and now she was starving. It felt a bit awkward, but she figured this would be a good way to get to know him.

“Sure, that sounds great, thanks.” She replied brightly, standing and giving him a smile. He returned it with a sheepish one of his own, turning and walking out the room. She followed, and as soon as she stepped out of the room, a mouthwatering scent hit her. Her stomach growled even louder as Tom led her through to the little dining table set up in the kitchen. Two plates were set up, loaded with vegetables, salmon fillets, and potatoes in a cream sauce.

“Wow, Tom, this looks amazing! You didn’t have to do all this.” Thinking back, he had mentioned something about working in a kitchen when they’d first met, but she didn’t think he was an actual chef.

“It’s no trouble, I hope you like it.” He said quietly, taking a seat. Megan sat too, giving him one more smile before digging in. She was forced to suppress a moan as the first forkfull hit her tongue. The salmon was cooked perfectly, lightly flavoured with hints of herbs and a zing of lemon. She ate quickly, forgetting about the awkwardness of eating with a stranger and letting her hunger take over. It didn’t take long for the plate to be cleared, and she let out a small groan. Megan has never had much of an appetite, and that heavy laden plate was more than enough to fill her small stomach, leaving her feeling bloated and tired.

“That was so good, thank you.” She sat back with a sigh as Tom gave me a shy smile.

“You’re welcome.” He started to stand, picking up the plates.

“I’ll do the washing, since you cooked.” Megan said, though at that moment even keeping her eyes open was a struggle.

“Don’t worry about it. Consider it a welcome present for my new roommate.’

"Okay…” she felt slightly bad, but was far too tired to argue about it. Instead, she just let her head droop back, eyes closed, one hand rubbing her bloated stomach absent-mindedly. After a few minutes, when she felt in danger of actually falling asleep, she stood up.

“Thank you again for the meal Tom, but it’s been a long day, so I think I’m going to have an early night.”

He glanced over his shoulder as he washed up the pots and plates at the sink. “It’s okay. See you tomorrow.”

I give him one last smile before immediately heading to my room and falling into my bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

…

The next few days continued much like the first. Megan’s work-from-home job meant she had quite a relaxed schedule, getting up most days after Tom had already left for work. That first morning, Tom had left her a note saying he knew she hadn’t had a chance to buy any food yet, so she was welcome to anything she liked. She was touched by the kindness, and surprised to see that, even if she had bought food, there wouldn’t have been anywhere to store it. The fridge and cupboards were at capacity, filled with such a wide variety of foods. Megan, who was initially planning on just having some toast, had woken up with quite the appetite and, upon seeing the feast before her, couldn’t help herself from making something a bit more substantial. Half an hour later she had made herself a greasy fry-up, complete with eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns, the works. She sat down to eat it, not even thinking about how this was twice what she would normally have for breakfast, stuffing herself until the plate was cleared and she was left cradling her bloated gut. After a few minutes, she grabbed her laptop and sat in her room, deciding it was better to get on with some work rather than going through the physical exertion of unpacking. Then, barely three hours later, she was hungry again. Barely even thinking, she made her way out to the kitchen once more, making another meal far larger than she should be eating.

So, that became their routine. Megan making herself two large meals and Tom making her a third, even larger one when he got back from work. Each time he would insist, and would tidy up afterwards, and she noticed that he’d kept the cupboard stocked and not even asked for food money. It was even worse on his days off. Three home-made meals, all so large they barely fit on the plate, leaving Megan so stuffed for the whole day that she couldn’t even function. Not to mention the snacks he would bring her as she ‘worked’. She was so allured by his amazing cooking that she didn’t even notice the difference in their portion sizes, how he was giving her more than the lion’s share. And she spent so much of her time stuffed and bloated that she didn’t even notice when her clothes started getting tight for other reasons. She spent so much of the day eating that she didn’t realise that her stomach was no longer flat when empty, but instead formed a soft, doughy paunch that just rested on her lap whenever she sat down. She didn’t think about how painfully tight the waistbands of her trousers would be, because she spent most of her time in pyjamas or joggers. She had little reason to go outside anyway, not when there was more of Tom’s cooking to eat.

After a month or so, Tom started leaving leftovers as well. It seemed like all he did when he was home was cook, so much so that there were full meals left in the fridge for Megan to enjoy when he was gone. Not to mention that he’d also taken up baking, so there were constantly cakes and cookies left around as he practiced. Megan felt a bit of pride in that - she was an excellent taste tester, always having a large sample so she could give an accurate assessment, and he was getting better everyday.

This was all fine for Megan. She quickly grew to love the indulgent lifestyle, so much so that she didn’t even register the rapid changes her body was undergoing. It was easy to blame these changes on how full her stomach was. Of course her shirts won’t fit over her stomach, she’s just bloated, it will go down once she’s digested. Of course rolling out of bed is getting tiring, she’s still full from last night’s meal. She was so in denial that she didn’t even register how much her gut filled her lap now, or how she had to squeeze her growing ass into even her loosest joggers. It’s hard to think about that when she spends every day stuffed to the gills, rubbing her aching gut and wondering when Tom will bring out the next batch of cookies for her to try.

…

Tom had started buying her new clothes now. He said he must’ve shrunk them when he washed them, that’s why Megan’s trousers ripped when she was eating dinner last night, and that’s why her blouses wouldn’t even button up anymore. She couldn’t blame him, he was kind enough to do that for her while she was busy with working and eating. In fact, he was doing nearly everything for her, making sure she didn’t have to move a muscle. Every morning, she would slowly roll out of bed, sitting on the edge for a few minutes to catch her breath and prepare herself. Then, she would rest one hand on her nightstand, the other on her stomach, and slowly lift herself up. It was a bit of a struggle, but nothing that couldn’t be solved by being a bit more active. She should start to get out more. Tomorrow.

Then, she would waddle slowly over to the door, not wanting to strain herself so early in the morning. She would take a quick break, leaning against the wall, to catch her breath again, before squeezing through the doorway (why were city apartments so small?). Her hips had started digging painfully into the side, so she found it easier to turn, very slowly, and ease herself through sideways, though even then her ass and belly would brush the edges slightly. Tom would be in the kitchen, already cooking her breakfast with a smile on his face. Megan would make her way to the couch, exhausted by the time she arrived. She took the middle seat now, the end seats making her feel squished. She guessed such small apartments didn’t have space for full sized furniture. Then, Tom would bring over her meal, four loaded plates crowded together on a large tray. She would rest it on her belly, now acting as a very convenient table, and dig in, the first of many meals each day. Tom would make sure she was always eating, somehow bringing out whatever she was craving at that moment, massaging her belly whenever it started feeling bloated again. Even the act of eating would get tiring, by which point Tom would take over, bringing the fork to her lips so quickly she barely had time to swallow each bite. He looked after her so well, always making sure she felt welcome in her new home.

WHERE is the tall sexy person who walks up behind me, wrapping their arms around me and groping and massaging the heavy hang of my belly, kissing and nibbling my fat neck, whispering into my ear, goading my appetite. feeling up the sides of my stomach as I eat til I’m so stuffed and bloated I can barely stand

breakfast in bed but your partner just keeps bringing you more food, making it an all day feast and not letting you move an inch, just keeping you stuffed and utterly pampered from the moment you wake up to the moment you succumb to your food coma

macaroniandchub:

Feeding someone because they’re busy doing something else that requires both hands so they don’t have to worry about stopping to eat 

finished the doodles based on the silly twitter thread I typed up a few days ago. Idk if I’ll draw anymore stuff based on it unless demand is high or something.
Here’s the thread under the cut

I wasn’t supposed to get so deep into an AU, I’m sorry.

Catch me dropping everything to draw new art for a fic based on my old art because THIS PART GOT ME! https://archiveofourown.org/works/36798394

Prolly don’t reblog unless you’re an established “kink safe” blog.

Double Teamed; a dumdum comic I spent almost 3 days on.
Don’t share or reblog unless you’re an established “kink friendly” blog.

When you put in too much effort during the work day but your himbo bf is too engrossed by Rock the Dwayne Johnson’s stunning performance to notice.

OH! And @trashytummiez wrote a DARLING~! Fic for this one as well~ You can read it here!

wishfulfeedee:

Feed me until my old friends won’t recognize me

Ah dang, my post was taken down. I’ll post it to my patreon y’all

*ha! I won my appeal! Take that world! Everything comin up milhouse . Take a peak ;) >>>

For some reason I hold my breath and look like I got double cocks in my mouth when I shake my belly. Had to do a take without the blowfish look

Don’t mind me just sittin here playing with the old belly feeling hungry af and clearly about to wither and blow away… (man I’ve pushed that button to the limit!)

Hi everyone! I’ve missed y’all so much! Meanwhile I am one hair makeover, one degree, and ten pounds heavier! :D Whats new in your life? Message me on Patreon!

All my love.

Someone asked if I ever let my belly hang in public. Hell yes I do! It has a Winnie the Pooh quality that I love. Idk haha. So I squeezed my ass into last years short shorts and took a little stroll, and finished it off with an enormous high protein smoothie. Full vids on patreon!

YummyYummy Bulging Belly Hehe I Was So Full Of Air Hehe

A Belly From Last Summer