I don't know what all to call this, but you'll probably just find a collection of bellies and other things that I like. I'll also toss some pics of my belly here for your enjoyment. I'm on Grommr so if you're there too feel free to message/follow.
Ever since I moved in with my boyfriend, I've felt a bit different. Can't quite put my finger on it, though.
Hold up, he's baking me something right now. Be right back.
You've always been such a fit guy, but you have a little secret that you like to keep under wraps-- you really, really like feeling full. And I love seeing you that way.
So when I dared you to chug that 2-liter bottle of soda, you didn't bother holding back. Your belly bloated up nice and tight with its fizzy load, and now it's sloshing and gurgling with every movement you make.
I want to put my hands all over your bulging middle as I lavish it with kisses. I want to press my ear against you and listen to your stomach groan. I want to remind you just how alluring you are with your belly swollen like this.
It's hot as hell, but we both know there's more room in there, just waiting to be filled by another tasty treat. So let's make you grow a little bigger, hmm?
I can't believe that a nice, trim guy like you would pig out like you do, but I also can't be bothered to complain about it, not when you send me pics like this.
I know how flat your stomach usually is, well-honed from pumping iron in the gym.
I also know how much you love to sit down with a large pizza and a couple of liters of soda, nearly moaning around every mouthful as you swallow all of it down. You watch your belly swell almost as eagerly as I do, loving the way it rounds out and grows tight from the contents it struggles to hold. Eventually it starts peeking out from beneath a t-shirt meant to contain a much smaller load- and it's not the only thing getting bigger, is it?
Go ahead and pretend innocence while you take another bite. The thin fabric of your sweatshirts can't possibly hide how much you enjoy showing off for me.
We've been teasing each other back and forth over text messages for weeks now– you tell me about all of the things you've been secretly gorging yourself on, while I encourage you to keep it up. To keep eating. To put a gorgeous bulge on your otherwise thin frame.
You love the feeling of being full, and I love the way your gut distends when you pack it tight.
I was kidding when I said you should fill your belly with Coke and Mentos, but you took the challenge seriously. Now you're sending me grainy pics of your tight, gurgling stomach, and the sight's left me harder than I remember being in ages.