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Those who have a belly stuffing fetish, usually claim to have had it
for as long as they remember. It must be something from birth, or
possibly something triggered in the early developmental stages of
childhood. I know I've had this fetish since as far back as I can
remember. Occasionally, I will encounter someone who seems to have
this fetish dormant inside them. Like it's there, but they've never
explored it. These are people I have gotten close enough to that they
share the most intimate details of themselves. Including turn-ons.
Even "weird" ones.
These are usually ex-girlfriends. There's enough belly stuffing and
inflation in the media if you know where to look. Cartoons, certain
movies, etc. And they usually tell me that they remember being
confusingly aroused by the inflation and belly stuffing scenes. I
usually try to get them to embrace it, especially if it was a girl I
was dating, so we could have some fun with it.
But I never imagined the girl I'd married would be one of them.

Her name was Violet. I confessed my fetish to her when we were still
dating, and she said she would be open to some fetish play with me,
but we never really got around to it.
Then, one night, when we'd been married for about two months, I came
home from work and Violet had a surprise waiting for me.

As soon as I walked in the front door of our house, I could smell
Violet's cooking. It was heavenly. I walked toward the kitchen.
"Vi?" I called to her, rounding the corner into the kitchen.
"Hey, Jackie-boy!" Violet welcomed me home. I love when she called me
that. "I made a surprise for you."
She pointed to our dining room table. It was absolutely groaning with
food. Lasagna, pizza, pasta salad, eggplant parmigiana, stuffed
artichokes, garlic rolls, meatballs, and all my favorite foods.
"Wow, baby!" I said, surprised. "You've been busy! Are we having company?"
"Nope." Violet said with a wink.
A devious grin spread across my face. I was pretty sure I knew where
this was going, but I played along anyway.
"This seems like an awful lot of food just for the two of us." I said.
"I know." Violet said. "Even moreso for only one of us."
That took me by surprise. I was expecting some mutual belly stuffing.
"Why do you think I made all your favorite foods?" she asked me.
"Thanks for doing this, baby." I said. "I have to admit I'm a bit more
into the idea of stuffing you than you stuffing me, though."
"Oh, I know." Violet said. And she did. We'd discussed the ins and
outs of my fetish on many occasions. "But I've been looking into this
belly stuffing fetish. I read all about it online. I watched all
videos you had saved on your laptop, too. And you know what?"
"What?" I asked, hoping to God she was about to say what I wanted her to say.
"It makes me wet." she said, breathily.
I felt a tingling between my legs.
"Now sit down at the table like a good boy and eat. I want to see your
belly swell with food until you're just about to pop."
I was so horny, I couldn't help but obey. I sat down and started eating.
Everything tasted fantastic.
I started with a couple of large helpings of lasagna. Then a few
garlic rolls. After that, I took out 4 slices of pizza before moving
onto a large bowl of pasta salad.
I could feel all that heavy food filling my belly. I was starting to
feel pretty full. But I kept eating.
A few more helpings of lasagna. A glass or two of soda. More bread.
Several slices of eggplant parmigiana. I was starting to feel VERY
full.
I looked at my beautiful wife. Her eyes were fixed on my belly. I
looked down at myself and saw that I had quite a prominent bulge in my
midsection. It turned me on to see myself with a big bloated belly,
and to feel the pressure building inside me. It goaded me to press on.

A few more glasses of soda. Then I finished the pizza. 5 more rolls.
More eggplant parm.
I was slowing down. My belly was getting so full. It was so big, the
buttons on my work shirt were strained to popping. My belt felt ready
to burst off me. It looked like I was trying to hide a basketball
under my shirt.
"You look like you could use a little help." Violet said. She crawled
under the table and unfastened my belt. My belly plopped forward. It
was a huge relief.
Then, I got something I wasn't expecting. I felt Violet unbutton and
unzip my pants. Then I felt her hand reach into my boxers and pull my
big fat cock out into the open.
I have a pretty big dick, but Violet was well used to it by now. I
felt her full, supple lips press against the head of my cock and start
to kiss it. I felt her lips move up and down my thick, swollen penis.
From the head, down the shaft, to my balls, then back up again. Then I
felt her warm, wet mouth on the head of my dick. Slowly, she slid it
further and further into her mouth, until it made its way down her
throat. She deepthroated me for a few minutes, then stopped abruptly.
"Why did you stop?" I asked.
"You stopped eating." she said. "If you want me to keep blowing you,
you have to keep eating. You stop, I stop."
I greedily began stuffing my already hugely swollen gut even more. My
stomach groaned in protest.
I lost myself in the pleasure of Violet's soft, warm, wet mouth on my
cock. The feeling of her taking me in all the way down to my balls.
The sensation of the head of my cock well down her throat, and a good
portion of my shaft, too. I just kept eating and eating and eating.
Suddenly, I felt a little POP. A button flew across the room.
I looked down to see my beautiful Vi, greedily sucking on my big dick,
but to my surprise, I couldn't see her at all! My belly had gotten so
enormous I couldn't see her head. Any of it! Then I realized how full
I was. I felt like I was going to burst any second.
I stopped eating.
Violet stopped sucking and came out from under the table.
"You stopped again." she pouted cutely. "I was really getting off on
watching your belly swell. And then it stopped! That's no fair!"
"Baby, look at me!" I protested. "My gut is the size of a beachball!"
No joke.
"If I take one more bite I'll BURST!" I said.
"Oh, okay." Violet said, reluctantly. "I guess you can stop."
She started clearing the table, putting the serving trays on the
counter. There was still TONS of food left on them.
Once the table was clear, she said,
"I want you to lay down on the table." she said.
"On the table?" I asked.
"Yeah." she said. "It's time for your reward for playing along so well."
So I lad down on the table. My belly was a mountain of taut flesh that
rose high above me. About three feet high. My sides even bulged out.
My body didn't know what to do with all this food. My work shirt was
stretched to its limit, and the remaining buttons were just barely
holding on.
"I'll sew those back on for you later." Vi said. Then she took hold of
the shirt by the opening made by the burst button and pulled my shirt
open. The rest of the buttons went flying everywhere. My colossal gut
was so big, Violet could have fit inside it in the fetal position.
"Now, let's make that big bad tummy ache go away." she said.
She went to the cupboard and removed a bottle of massage oil.
Unscrewing the cap, she poured it on top of my colossal, mountainous
belly. I watched as it drizzled down my sides. Then she started to rub
it in. It felt amazing! It felt so good, it was almost as good as the
blow job she'd been giving me a few minutes before.
Watching her rub and caress my giant gut was turning me on even more.
She rubbed it wish so much lust in her eyes.
"Oh, Jack," she said, "I just LOVE how big your belly is! It makes me so horny!"
She leaned forward and started kissing and rubbing my belly
passionately. My dick was so hard, it felt almost as swollen as my
stomach.
Soon, Violet started taking her clothes off. First she pulled off her
top. I love Violets breasts. They are the single most glorious pair of
breasts I've seen in my entire life. And they're HUGE. Size 36G.
Presently, they hung heavily in he sexy black bra. Even though she was
fully aware she was a G cup, she wore a DD bra and let her tits just
pour out of it. It emphasized their size and drove me wild. But the
bra didn't stay for long. She turned away from me and let me watch her
unhook her bra in the back. Once her bra was off, she clasped her
hands together, stretched to their full length above her head and let
me see the sides of her breasts without turning around. I could see
her tits while she was facing away from me because they were too round
to be hidden by her back.
My cock throbbed hard as she turned around and let me see those big,
gorgeous tits full on. Perfect teardrop shape, which is pretty
uncommon for breasts so big, with her nipples placed perfectly in the
center. Her nipples were cherry red and rock hard. She walked to me
and put her enormous breast on my face. Then she let it slide off,
rubbing against m face and head the whole way. Then she leaned forward
and her breast enveloped my face. Most of my head, too. She kept it
there until I struggled for air, then she stood back up. Looking up at
her cute face framed by her long dark hair, and the soft pale skin of
her big soft tits made me realize what a lucky bastard I was. I wanted
to make love to her right then.
But our fun wasn't over. She leaned down and started to kiss me. I
closed my eyes as our lips rubbed and grasped either other. I felt her
stop kissing me, but I kept my eyes closed for a moment. When I did
open them, I saw her standing over me with a buttered garlic roll in
her hand.
"Time for round two." she said.
"No, baby, I ca-…"
I was interrupted by the roll being shoved into my mouth. I tried to
protest once I swallowed it, but another came right behind. I figured
she was going to feed me the rest of the rolls and be done. Surely she
knew I was dangerously full. My belly could pop any second! But no.
Once the rolls were gone, she started shoveling mouthful after
mouthful of pasta salad into me.
I tried to sit up to make her stop feeding me, but my belly was too
heavy. I couldn't sit up.
I was trapped!
I was getting fuller and fuller. Looking up, I could see my mountain
of a belly rising higher and higher above me. I could actually see my
stomach growing bigger!
"Violet! –GULP- Baby! –GULP- Please stop! –GULP- I'm too –GULP- full!
I'm going –GULP- to –GULP- POP! –GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP-…"
She wasn't listening. She was in a trance. She just wanted to see me
get bigger and bigger and bigger no matter what.
Wait. Did she want me to BURST?
I was getting insanely huge. Bigger than I would have ever dreamed I
could get. My belly rose at least 5 feet above me. I was so tight I
could hardly breathe.
The pasta salad was gone. Mouthful after mouthful of lasagna was next.
My belly was growing, not only upward, but outward as well. My sides
bulged more and more until they stuck out past either ends of the
table.
I felt like a tick about to pop.
I started to sweat.
My belly was gurgling and bubbling and groaning more loudly than I'd
ever heard it before. And gulp after gulp Violet still fed me. I
couldn't believe I hadn't exploded yet. But I knew I couldn't take
much more. There was still an obscene amount of food left and there
was no more room inside me.
"Baby! Please! –GULP- Snap out –GULP- of it! –GULP- You're going
–GULP- to –GULP- POP ME! –GULP-…"
She finished feeding me the lasagna tray. And when she went for the
tray of eggplant parmigiana, I yelled to her.
"VIOLET! STOP!"
She did a double take at me. She was looking at my face now instead of
my gargantuan ballooning gut.
"Please stop feeding me! I'm about to EXPLODE!"
"Oh, Jack! Baby, I'm so sorry!" she cried. "I just lost myself!"
She came over to my head and held it between her soft, warm breasts.
"I can't believe I made your belly so big!"
"Me neither." I said. "I didn't think this was even possible."
"Watching you bloat like an over-inflated balloon just drove me wild!"
she said. "Seeing you get so full and round, then watching you get
bigger and bigger, helplessly swelling… getting so… tight… and big…
and round…"
She was beginning to caress my head in a sexual way, rubbing one of
her nipples against my face. I couldn't help it. When her nipple came
near my mouth I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck.
"Oh!" Violet was surprised by the sneak attack. "Oh, Jack! Oh God!"
Looking down, I could see the crotch of her pants was already soaked,
and it was getting wetter still.
Her eyes were fixed on something. Something I couldn't see over my
miniature hot-air balloon of a belly.
Suddenly, she stood up, pulling her nipple out of my mouth. She
returned a moment later with a mostly-full bottle of soda.
"Violet!" I shouted. "NO!"
"Just this bottle. Less than 2 litres!" Violet plead.
"Baby, no! My belly is going to BURST!"
"You can probably hold this much more. Comparatively, its tiny to
what's inside you already. It's like a drop in the bucket."
"But it might be the drop that POPS THE BUCKET!"
"Silly Jackie." Violet giggled. "Buckets don't pop!"
"But bellies do!" I plead with her. "Baby, if you make me drink that,
even if the liquid doesn't pop me, the carbonation will!"
"I don't really think you're in a spot to protest." Violet said.
Before I could say another word, the cap was off and the bottom of the
bottle upturned. Soda drained into my mouth, down my throat and into
my still-swelling belly. I felt the liquid stretching me out, but the
worst part was the carbonation. All that air expanding inside me.
The pressure built and built. My belly was 6 feet high and rising.
This was it. I felt it. I was at critical mass. My belly stopped
swelling. It could stretch no more.
The last of the soda drained out of the bottle, down my throat and
into my stomach. But the gasses were still expanding. I could feel the
bubbles fizzing inside me. I felt myself getting tighter and tighter.
Too tight. WAY too tight! Violet just stared intently at my belly,
waiting for the impending BOOM.
My belly started sounding like a rubber balloon, squeaking as it was
inflated to its max. This was it. I could feel it coming. The pressure
had nowhere else to go. And then…

-POP!-

I was surprised to see that I was not dead. Nor were my insides
running down the walls.
"What happened?" I asked.
Violet had to stand on a chair to see the top of my tummy.
"It looks like your belly button turned into an outie." she said,
poking my new outie belly button. It tickled.
"Is the pressure equalized?" she asked.
"I… think so." I said. I couldn't feel myself expanding anymore. But I
was a fucking blimp! I was stretched far beyond what should have been
human capacity.
"Sorry I almost popped you, Jackie Boy." she said.
"You kinda went nuts over this, didn't you?" I asked.
"Yeah." Violent said. "I think you may have created a monster. Well,
the least I can do is finish what I started."
Violet walked out of sight.
I started to panic.
"Violet?" I called. "Baby?? Where did you go??? What are you doing?!"
"I'm going to make you EXPLODE!" Violet said.
"Vi…!" I stopped shouting when I felt her lips wrap around my cock.
She sucked greedily, pumping my swelling cock in and out of her
throat.
And when I finally exploded, Violet swallowed every drop.

"I think we'll have to wait for a bit to get you to bed." Violet said.
"I know you can't sit up, and I sure as hell can't carry you. We'll
have to wait until you digest some of this food."
So we talked and Violet rubbed my gut for a couple of hours. When I
finally digested enough to shrink to a manageable size, Violet helped
me to bed where I fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, I was awakened by a sweet taste in my mouth. Whipped cream.
Opened my eyes to see Violet standing over me. There was a can of
whipped cream in her hand and the nozzle was in my mouth. My belly had
diminished in size quite a bit, especially since I'd gone to the
bathroom several times in the night, but it was still quite hugely
bloated. It was still a mountain of flesh that rose a good 3 and a
half feet above me.
Violet pushed down on the nozzle and my mouth began to fill with
whipped cream. I had to swallow quickly to keep from drowning in it.
Still being quite swollen with food from the night before, my belly
started to swell again almost as soon as I began to swallow.
"I did some more research," Vi said, still pumping my belly full of
whipped cream, "the more you get stuffed, the more stretched out you
get. And the more stretched out you get, the bigger you can get each
time. Do you know what that means, baby? The sky is the limit! As long
as I keep stuffing you bigger and bigger each time, your maximum will
increase! I wonder if I can make your belly touch the ceiling before
you burst…"
-GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP-…
I could see my belly swelling. Slowly but steadily. I had to admit, I
did feel like I could probably hold more than last night. And this was
really turning me on. I looked behind Violet. There were several bags
filled with nothing but unopened cans of whipped cream. Maybe a
hundred or so.
My cock began to swell.