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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years

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lately i’ve been thinking about nat having kept a really strict diet/fitness regimen for so long and then finally indulging a little bit. and then a bit more. okay, a lot more. she really starts putting on weight and she’s always hungry all of a sudden and she goes from having been able to run a mile with ease to being out of breath just from walking from the couch to the fridge. she’s a little embarrassed about it (especially so when she gets really burpy, always flushed in the face and murmuring the softest “‘scuse me” when she lets a belch out) but she’s even more embarassed by how much it turns her on to have such a big belly and to overeat.

she knows there’s no going back to how things were when she realizes her belly is so big it dwarfs her tits 🫣

(hope this is okay, i just wanted ur thoughts on the concept + if u had anything to add!)

Oooo yes, I love this ex-jock adjacent journey for Natasha!

And you know what I thought of immediately upon reading your ask? I thought about this chubby kink fic I’ve re-read probably a thousand times “Doubling the Recipe” by caloriebomb. It doesn’t have Natasha getting chubby (it’s a stucky fic with feedee Bucky) but there’s this part where Natasha mentions:

“‘Lots of guys get a little belly when they're discharged,” Natasha said. “I probably would, too, if it weren't for the patriarchal double-standard that won't let girls get fat without giving them shit. Though I guess you've appointed yourself Bucky's shit-giving angel.’” (taken from chapter 3 specifically)

So, of course, moving out from that connection… this idea obviously then makes me think about ex-military Natasha. She’s been honorably discharged, she’s done her time, and now she’s just a regular civilian and so she doesn’t have to keep up that strict diet and even more strict fitness regimen. Why would she? She doesn’t need to be able to outrun enemies, she doesn’t need to be societally appealing in order to get details out of pig-headed men that are in charge of shit simply because they’re men, not because they’re the best at their job, she doesn’t need to be able to throw people off of her despite her usually smaller size, she doesn’t need to be able to slip through tight spaces, she doesn’t need to do any of that anymore. And she’s tired of doing all that. So… doesn’t it make sense for her to go the other way and eat all the things she wasn’t allowed to before? She deserves to relax.

Romanogers below the cut, you know the drill, unbeta'd. This is your Belly Kink warning. At first, its solo Natasha stuffing, weight gain, and masturbation. Then Steve comes into the picture 😏

And it becomes a habit. Do you know how hard it is to go back to a world of perfectly nutritious food and the proper amount of exercise once you’ve tasted a whole new world of flavor and texture and, just, enjoyment that you’ve never been allowed before?

Exorbitantly hard.

Natasha has spent her entire professional career being resilient and using up all of her self-restraint, meaning she doesn’t have any left to, do what exactly-? Fit in with what society deems beautiful in the current era? Body types a part of the fashion industry, coming in hot and going out soon after. Pfft. Fuck that.

Why would Natasha fucking care at this point in her life?

However, that being said, the first healthy chunk of weight comes on as a result of letting loose just because she can. It’s an accident. But once she comes to terms with her increased weight and has to decide what she values more: what other people think and say about her OR what feels good to herself and what makes her happy, well, then the weight that comes after that is all intentional. She is helpless to give in when indulging is probably the best thing she’s ever felt in her entire life. Holy shit, it feels good to be full. It feels so good to stretch her abdominal muscles to their breaking point not from doing countless amounts of crunches until they spasm and ache but stretched to breaking as they try to keep all the food she stuffed down her hungry throat attached to her. Cramping. Heavy. Rounded. Full. Like, outrageously, illogically full. It feels so good.

And it’s an accident - just like how the first bit of weight came on before she decided to dive in head first to this whole idea - when after one of her stuffing sessions she slips into masturbating. It’s uncorrelated she tells herself after it’s over, jolted out of the haze of pleasure and gluttony panting, eyes shut, with her hand still resting over her pulsing, wet slit. Her whole body is on fire with embarrassment even though she’s the only one around. She just-

God.

Why had she done that? But also… when was the last time she let her own hands fall between her thighs to pleasure herself? When was the last time she felt pleasure in that way for pleasure’s sake rather than it being a part of a honey-pot mission? She can’t recall the last time. So, obviously, it’s been a long time coming. And based on how much of her newly retired life she spends full up to the brim with food… it only makes sense that she’d end up cracking when she was still panting, out of breath under her bloated, stuffed belly. When isn’t she in such a state, stuffed silly?

Right?

It has nothing to do with the tight ball of throbbing heat that overtakes her when she reaches that glorious point of being so packed full that she stops being able to lift her hands to her mouth. Her body quitting on her because it knows if it doesn’t she will just keep eating and eating and eating. Everyone feels that when they eat too much. The whole nauseous after eating too much thing is… a pop culture myth? (Right?) It feels glorious to glut for everyone.

Right?

Okay…

Fine.

Maybe they are tied together. Her masturbation habits and her eating habits that is.

Maybe…

Maybe, there’s something here, she tells herself when it happens again and again and again, lying on her bed, surrounded by food wrappers from both her pantry - chips and junk food of the like - and from the restaurant a block or two away from her apartment. She could’ve walked to pick up the food, but she didn’t. She paid extra for delivery (really extra so she wouldn’t have to pant as she slowly staggered her way there, working around her bloated gut). Also- there’s a two-liter somewhere around here too; the entirety of it bloating out her tight, tight stomach, bubbly and sloshy and delicious. A two-liter on top of a whole day's calories twice over. Jesus. All of it stuffed into her just in time for her not to drop into a food coma but perfectly in time for her to bend her arm around the swollen, pale mountain of her belly to get at her throbbing, wet center. It’s harder to do so these days, her capacity increased massively. But anyway, she was so ready to touch herself that it must’ve taken her a minute, tops, to get off. And, yes, okay, fiiine, she was getting off to the feeling of how bursting full she was.

She was and is getting off on it.

And she might get off again, shifting under her belly to feel the tight, heavy dome of it wobble and slosh, pinning her down. I’m so greedy. She whimpers at her own thoughts, and shivers, her fingers already dipping back into her wetness, spreading it around. I’m so full. So heavy and unable to stop stuffing myself. God. I can’t stop. I’m gonna get huge. I’m- I’m gonna get so, so fat. Natasha gasps, both at her thoughts and at the feeling of angling her hand, still working around the beach ball attached to her front, to slip her fingers inside of her throbbing pussy. Hell fucking yeah, she’s gonna get off on the feeling of being packed full of delicious food again. A complete glutton. In every sense of the word.

Later, after that realization that not everyone has this electric connection between food and sex, Natasha digs deeper into it…

Well, really, first she lets herself go even more. Without shame and with fully conscious knowledge of what she’s doing- Nat goes on a spree of all-day stuffings over multiple days, getting off to it as many times as she can. Constantly with one hand exploring the fat, round curve of her tummy where it sticks out further than her boobs while the other shovels food into her mouth. When she’s done eating, that hand moves down… slipping into her panties or just between her bare legs when she gets too full- okay, really, too fat to fit into even her most forgiving pair of underwear. And, fuck, does that feel naughty and fucking incredible in the best ways. She’s too fat. She’s outgrown her fucking panties. She forgot that could happen. It's never happened to her before.

With this exploration over three… four… five days she’s constantly munching, constantly packed full, and orgasming multiple upon multiple times during the day. Hell, on the night between the fourth and fifth day, she wakes up with her cunt wet and her tummy gurgling - gurgling as it tries to digest the colossal amounts of food she’s packed into it, but she pretends it’s gurgling out of hunger - and she waddles to the freezer to down the rest of the pint of ice cream that she couldn’t finish after her third dinner. Then. Then, still with the last swallow of ice cream in her mouth, lounging back in her bed like a spoiled queen, she dips her fingers into the puddle of wetness she’s made. So fucking hot over the new height of greed she’s reached; fingering herself until she comes with a yell. The darkness of the middle of the goddamn night only adds to the hotness, feverishly thinking, I’m so gluttonous. I can’t even get through the night without waking up to stuff my face. I can’t even get through the night without coming. I’m addicted. I’m addicted to this. To my fatness and greed.

Upon running out of literally anything to eat in her apartment, Natasha comes out of her fantastical delve into all things gluttonous. She comes out of the exploration and realizes-

None of her damn clothes fit other than the pair of sweats Maria Hill (her friend since they met in boot camp in the military) left the last time she slept over. Maria is a full five inches taller than her with a larger frame, fit to her taller height, and the waistband of the sweat pants is still viciously tight on Nat’s hugely bloated and fat (fatter every day 🥴) waist. And the only top that fits Nat is one of her hoodies that when shipped to her came in a way too big size. Way too big when she originally got it. Now… her belly presses tightly to the kangaroo pocket. She has no underwear that fits either, so when she goes out clothes and food shopping… she'll be going commando. 😳😳😳

She really, really wants someone else to do this whole stuffing, weight gain thing with. It’s really damn hard to keep going when she’s by herself! And she knows she could do better- she could get bigger if she had someone to help her...

The first realization is an easy enough fix, an expensive fix, but an easy enough fix.

The second realization takes her back to the internet, back to researching the feederism community… maybe she could pay someone to help her? God knows she has enough money to do it with the monetary compensation the good ol’ US government gave her to shut her up for the shit she’s done and not complain about any mental or physical blowback. But- there have to be, like, sex workers that wouldn’t mind helping Natasha out with her kink, right? Or maybe, she doubts it, but maybe she could get a hook-up that could help her? She knows this isn’t an out-in-the-open type kink though so… that second option is less likely. However, it’s the option she ends up getting to try because she finds a website specifically for kinky people. A hook-up/dating/networking sight. She searches by fetish. She finds lots of people that are willing to “play” with this fetish. This kink. Lots of people with listed limits and safewords and references. Lots of people looking for feedees. But the most interesting- the most appealing person she finds is Steve.

He’s one of the rare people that has a fully shown face, not just body pics or pics of their face but hidden with sunglasses, masks, hats, or whatever other creative thing people can come up with. Privacy, yeah, of course, Natasha gets that but…

She can’t help but lick her lips, staring at Steve’s handsome face. Hungry for him. Her eyes widen as she scrolls through his photos- they make her mouth water. He’s big. Not big like Natasha wants to get - not fat - but muscular. Obviously strong. Full body shots that look to be taken after the gym, sweaty and huge; she zooms in on his hands. She imagines his hard muscle against her softening body, his impossible abs against her ever-expanding gut, his big hands grabbing Natasha’s chin and her new double chin and forcing more food down her throat, helping her continue with her stuffing and helping her chew and petting her throat as she swallows, strong and dominating but encouraging too. Praising her for getting everything down. Petting her stomach when it aches after she’s eaten too much, both genuinely wanting to help her out but also wanting to tease her. He has two hands, one could be on her stomach and the other between her legs but… he uses both to massage her, at first. Then, oh god, Natasha’s thighs squeeze together as she imagines those thick, big fingers crooking inside her and rubbing her clit when she's so full already. She shuts her eyes, her blush burning hot on her cheeks. Fuck, she can’t imagine how much better gluttony and sex would be with this man.

She has to message him. It takes her nearly an hour to draft the perfect opening message. Then another hour to take her mind off of it, stuffing herself on top of what she’s already eaten throughout the day. (Not that her mind stays off of this stranger, Steve, because her thoughts circle right back to him when she gives in to the need to come. Whimpering, fantasizing about having to do so little work that her hands are tied to the bedposts and he’s sitting on her jiggly, soft, spread thighs, straddling them, feeding her and controlling a dildo he’s fucking in and out of her at the same time, telling her he’s going to stuff her and stuff her and stuff her, incrementally feeding her more and splitting her pussy open with bigger and bigger toys. He’s going to fill her more than she thought possible.)

Eventually, Steve messages back, saying all the right things, raising all the green flags even as he teases her- calling her first timer yet verifying that she actually wants this, she’s thought it through, treating her both respectfully and gently. He's more experienced than she is. Much more experienced.

They talk back and forth.

Talking through the site at first, then they exchange phone numbers and speak over the phone. At which point Steve tells her he loves her voice, saying he’s never met someone who sounds so husky and sensual in everyday life, like an old movie actress, voice rough from too many cigarettes. It makes her laugh and her heart flutter, excited for their instant chemistry and what it’ll translate to later…

Later but not too much later because it turns out they’re near in locations, so they pick a date soon. A test run at Natasha’s place. They’ll hook-up more if the first time goes well. Nat knows it will go well. She looks forward to blowing up.

Christ, she’s gonna get so fucking fat with Steve’s help…

(And, of course, they go from being just fetish-fuck-buddies to being lovers eventually because I said so lol. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. Natasha is fat and growing and Steve is a great doting but also domineering boyfriend.)

Enjoy the filth!! I went a little off topic from your prompt 🤭 I hope that's okay lol

#mylevisdontfitanymore #text #belly kink #stuffing #weight gain #bloating #feedee natasha #chubby natasha #fat natasha #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #steve rogers #romanogers #stevenat #ask #fic rec #fanfiction recommendation

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stony-ao3-feed · 11 months

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Stuffed and Helpless

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by Anonymous

bucky decides he wants to try gaining and steve is more than willing to indulge his desires with the help of their experienced feedee tony

Words: 2239, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Belly Bulge, Food Kink, Stuffing, Kink Exploration, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Anal Sex, Sex, Rough Sex, Gay Sex, Stomach Ache

Read it on AO3

#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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ao3feed-stony · 11 months

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Stuffed and Helpless

by Anonymous

bucky decides he wants to try gaining and steve is more than willing to indulge his desires with the help of their experienced feedee tony

Words: 2239, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Belly Bulge, Food Kink, Stuffing, Kink Exploration, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Anal Sex, Sex, Rough Sex, Gay Sex, Stomach Ache

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47684836

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

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ao3feed-stevebucky · 11 months

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Stuffed and Helpless

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jLlvqU5

by Anonymous

bucky decides he wants to try gaining and steve is more than willing to indulge his desires with the help of their experienced feedee tony

Words: 2232, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Belly Bulge, Food Kink, Stuffing, Kink Exploration, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Anal Sex, Sex, Rough Sex, Gay Sex, Stomach Ache

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jLlvqU5

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

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frogstalavista · 3 years

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“Ah, look’s like we’re getting kinda big to hug..” -Steve

(NOT MY IDEA MY FRIEND’S BUT I WANTED TO POST IT “ò_ó)

#chubby stucky #chubby steve rogers #chubby!steve #feedee!steve rogers #chubby bucky #chubby bucky barnes #chubby!bucky #feedee!bucky #chub art #chubby art #chubby marvel art #chubby marvel characters #bhm #chubby winter soldier #stucky #chubby captain america

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massive-marvel · 3 years

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Muse List

Delve deep into the Fattyverse!

Mary-Jane Watson: 4,180lbs (Hourglass figure. Very lazy. Eats pizza most of the day. Has a job writing food and restaurant reviews for the Bugle, and also hosts a podcast about her Feedee experience. Feedee. Dating Felicia.)

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen: 5,920lbs (Belly and butt heavy. Loves junk food, burps a lot (And I mean a LOT). Feedee. Dating Felicia)

Gwenbiote/Hunger: 2,000lbs/788,666lbs (Gwen with a gluttonous Symbiote known as Hunger bonded to her. Extreme glutton, slobbish and craves fattening food like it's air for her. As Gwenbiote she's about a ton in weight, her weight goes crazy when Hunger comes out. Belly and Butt heavy. Feedee)

Jessica Drew/Spider-Woman: 4,420lbs (All over fat with a huge butt. Jessica Drew, retired from hero work to indulge in hedonism. Very, very slobby. Wears lazy clothing stained with food, grease and sweat. Even more gassy than Gwen, especially from her enormous rump. Gwen totally simps for her, nicknames her Spider-Milf. Feedee)

Felicia Hardy/Black Cat: 280lbs (Pear shaped but mostly butt. Feeder. Dating MJ and Gwen. Loves stuffing her huge fatty girlfriends)

May Parker: 225lbs (All over fat, with a tad more emphasis on her belly. She loves to feed people good hearty food, but also samples plenty of it for herself. Also uses food for cheering people up. Might have a crush on Yuri~ Feeder/Feedee)

Yuri Watanabe: 992lbs (Belly heavy. Indulges in donuts and coffee a lot, stress eats a lot as well. Feedee)

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow: 6,211lbs (Butt and thighs. Not in active field work like she used to be, now she's involved more in scoping targets out and seducing them. Feedee)

Peggy Carter: 1,300lbs (All over fat with a big belly. Despite being too fat to do a lot of the fancy field work, she can still kick Nazi butt and be a powerhouse for the founding of S.H.I.E.L.D. Donuts are her favourite snack of choice, and she tends to eat a lot more when she's stressed or busy. Feedee.)

Captain Carter: 230lbs (All muscle. From the What If...? Series, an alternative universe where Peggy Carter took Steve Roger's place to become Captain Carter instead. She enjoys feeding and pampering fatties. Yes you may call her Mummy~ Feeder.)

Pepper Potts: 1,045lbs (All over fat. Spends lots of time at her desk job, snacking every second she is there. She also stress eats when she is prepping for big meetings. Still serving as Stark Industries CEO.)

Maria Hill: 836,919lbs (Massive blob. Lazy and gassy slob, eats at her desk most of the day. Loves her body. Feedee)

Holly the Hydra Agent: 190lbs (Mostly muscle, butt heavy. Loyal feeder to Madame Hydra herself, but will happily feed any other Hydra affiliate or villain. Loves gassy slobs especially. Feeder and secret lover to Maria Hill as part of her SHIELD infiltration.)

Kate Bishop: 504lbs (Belly heavy, feedee. Has become the pampered house-fatty of Yelena Bellylover, and rather enjoys the new lifestyle. Though she does miss the fun of going out on a daring mission from time to time.)

Yelena Bellylover: 130lbs (Feeder. Belly appreciator. No that's not how her name is spelt, but it's a funny pun to me! Dedicated feeder to Kate Bishop, and also likes to visit to tease and feed her sister, Natasha, as well. Always carries emergency snacks around wherever she goes, in case Kate or another fatty needs them.)

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: 2,400lbs (All over fat. Very good cook. Feedee/Feeder)

50's Wanda: 2,500lbs (All over fat. Wanda as a 50's housewife hosting her own cooking program. Is oblivious to how much fat oozes through her button up shirt, too small skirt and tiny apron. Lorna is her helper and special guest.)

Lorna Dane/Polaris: 1,200lbs (Mostly belly heavy. Trying to learn cooking from her step-sister, Wanda. Sweet and innocent, she enjoys spending time with her family and nice people.)

Emma Frost: 1,705lbs (Belly and boob heavy. Seductive and flirty. Often uses her powers to make others feed and pamper her. Feedee)

Rogue: 3,571lbs (All butt and belly, her powers have changed to absorb fat from others rather than life force. Feedee)

Catherine "Kitty" Prior/Shadowcat: 1,710lbs (Belly and butt. Raids fridges a lot. Feedee)

Scientist Supreme: 355lbs (Mad scientist who has directed A.I.M to research and potentially weaponise food and obesity. Loves to experiment on fatties and people in general. Tested plenty of her food on herself. Feedee/Feeder.)

#muse list

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years

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hii i’m sorry if this is dumb or too vague or unwanted, it’s my first time sending an ask and i’m just not sure how to do it i guess so again i’m sorry

i was just wondering if you had any ideas or concepts for nat as a feedee? i don’t think i’ve ever seen any content where she’s the feedee/gainer so i was just curious if you had any thoughts!!

thank you and again i’m sorry if this isn’t good or appropriate or anything :/

No no no! You're all good, you're very nice actually 🥺 and it's not too vague, that just gives me a lot of room to be creative and you're so right, there isn't any content I know of where Natasha is the one being fed/fattened!

Either way, I've been sitting on this ask for a while (sorry); trying to have motivation to write but also trying to figure out exactly where I wanted to put feedee Natasha and also what I wanted to do with her but now, I've finally decided. I'm thinking about:

Dominant but feedee Natasha with her service feeder Steve.

Currently, I'm picturing this Steve as post serum Steve who's muscular and strong but so so gentle and soft, always bending to Natasha's every order and always good for her. Blushing, stuttering, and cute despite his intimidating stature. And Natasha... Natasha has something of a dominatrix aesthetic going. Except..... she's growing out of her glamorous, sexy clothes. They only get tighter and tighter, her body only growing, bigger and bigger. Natasha's lingerie, heels, latex, and leather are all too tight, revealing pale, soft flesh that's bulges out between straps and gets exposed, exploding out below hem lines and such. She used to wear chokers a lot but her neck is too fat for any of them to fit and she hasn't had time to get more yet.

Yeah...

She's a growing girl 🤤

More unbeta'd Romanogers under the cut. Warnings for belly kink, weight gain, stuffing, bloating, body worship, goddess kink, light puppy play, etc.

Overall though, Natasha likes to be in control. She likes ordering her strong, capable man around like he's nothing but a weak puppy at her disposal. Such a puppy that Steve will even whine, pant, and kneel whenever she asks. Begging eagerly too. And, God, is his begging hot. What Natasha really, really lives for though is being worshipped for her growth and her ability to put away food, drinks, whatever-

She fucking loves how gluttonous and sinful and pleasurable it feels to fill herself up until her gut is rounded out farther than her boobs and she's short of breath, no room for her lungs to expand. It makes her throb between her legs, always carefully working around her swollen gut to squeeze her thighs together, feeling how wet she's become, just sitting under her gut. It feels like hard work, lazing around and stuffing herself. She ends up sweating and short of breath every time. And that incredible, untouchable feeling of fullness (only made better with a few orgasms 🥴) is heightened impossibly when she also has her Stevie to sit at her feet and touch her with trembling hands like she's something unreal- like a man crumpled to his knees, his lowest point, reaching up and touching God, begging for redemption. Steve always starts out shaking and gets steadier and steadier the more he's allowed to touch. He has to get acclimated to her. How good she feels. How good she looks. It makes him dizzy.

Good enough that he physically shudders, unable to stay still while touching her, he gets off so hard on it. Always desperate for whatever she has in mind.

Snapshots of little ideas I have for them:

Steve rubbing her spice-scented lotion into her skin and telling her how beautiful and gorgeous she looks, all swollen and full. Voice breathy and light as he says, "Goddess, oh, Goddess, you feel so good."

Steve always wants nothing more than to bury his head between her thick, jiggling thighs and lick her. He wants to lick up her wetness as it drips from her cunt like a man fresh out of the desert, more thirsty than he's ever been in his life. He wants to taste her. He wants his Goddess to sit on his face and suffocate him. Too heavy for him. Making him sink into the mattress and stopping his breathing becaused he's buried so deep in her sweet cunt. She eats so much sugar she tastes like it, rotting his teeth with the sweetness. And she always sounds so good with his mouth on her too... her head and fiery hair thrown back, moans rushing out of her parted, full lips, back arched sticking out her dome of a tummy and round, heavy breasts, her fingers and toes curled- all of it. She basks in the pleasure like no one else. She is beautiful like that. Every time. Steve could feast and survive on the sight of her pleasure alone. He doesn't need food. And she can have all of his on top of her own.

And sometimes play with the idea of Tasha really being a goddess. Steve waiting on her hand and foot, hand-feeding her whatever she wants, even literally peeling her grapes for her. Feeding her and feeding her until she waves her hand at him, brushing him of with, "Stevie, Stevie-," she arches her back weakly under the weight of her bloated, heavy stomach, burping under her breath as her fingers curl tightlt in their white sheets, stained with their day of decadence, "no more." She pauses to burp again, covering her mouth with a hand, illusions of being proper and polite. "I'm done. I've had enough for now." Steve nods, instantly putting the new board of thinnly sliced cheese and meat and fruit down on the chest at the bottom of their bed. He waits to be told what to do. Tasha orders him to pull down the sheets, nearly transparent over her skin, and rub her stomach. "Make it feel better," she waves her hand, spoiled and almost dismissive, knowing Steve will do anything. Anything for her."Yes, Goddess," Steve says, voice light, stumbling over himself to slowly drag down the sheets and expose her bloated form. Instantly his hands are all over her. She moans at the contact, then demands, "tell me how getting your hands on me finally feels." Steve is unendingly eager to respond, "feels good. You feel so good, Goddess. Your stomach is so full and round. You ate everything you wanted and look so good, getting everything you wanted. I want you so much, Goddess. I can't resist you. There's so much of you too. Your belly is so big and heavy, I want to touch it. Your tits are so big too, I want my mouth on them. Your thighs are so thick, I want to grab them. You're so beautiful, Goddess, I can't stand it. Please. Please, lemme worship you, Goddess. I want you so much." Natasha sighs, growing wetter as the knot in her gut grows tighter. She shuts her eyes and simply tells him, "I want to come. Make me." She feels too high off of her all day, non-moving stuffing, lazing out on their bed, to care about how Steve does it. She just needs to come. Now.

Natasha bloats herself intentionally often, downing bottles of wine and loaves of bread and slices of cheese. The carbs expanding in her stomach, extra heavy as they sop up the wine. Her speech slurs the drunker she gets and she gets more and more loud the drunker she gets. By the time she's done, Natasha is flushed and laughing, a little extra loose and more horny that normal- forcing Steve down between her legs with the grip she has on her hair or grabbing his throat, looking him right in the eyes, and saying, nose to nose, "huuuurp," she burps accidentally, not excusing herself, nor caring enough to tease Steve with the way he squirms turning just as red as she is without the excuse of the alcohol flush, "h-h-hurry the fucc'up an' fuck m'. Wan'yur fuckin' huge dick in m', stuffin' m'fuller." Steve loses himself as much as Natasha has like that, fucking her wet, tight pussy while grabbing handfuls of her wide, plush hips or massaging her tight, hot belly, barely any room to push down into the taut surface.

Natasha will sometimes sit at the head of the dinner table - occupying her chair with her legs spread and her heavy, full tummy resting between them, arms set wide on the armrests - when Steve comes home from working at his downtown art studio. She works from home with a very... flexible schedule that she can finesse into allowing her to sit down for lunch at noon and stay there until Steve returns. Half because she's unsure her legs will hold her if she stands and half because she wants to see The Look painted across Steve's pretty face when she curls a finger at him. Beckoning him forward. Her nails are painted classic red, sharp, and instantly have Steve stumbling over his own feet to get to her. Falling to his knees with a thud that'd make anyone but her good puppy wince. Natasha enjoys taking advantage of Steve's gym honed body, he seriously looks like he should be a sculpture in a museum, telling him she doesn't want to walk. She could, she's digested enough. But she doesn't want to. And Steve doesn't question if she can or not. She doesn't want to. So she won't. Steve will pick her up and walk as slow as she commands to not disturb her gurgling, stuffed tummy. Even if he's shaking and sweating, hauling her around from the dining room to the kitchen to the bathroom where Steve draws a bath for her. Shivering as she sinks into the water with her huge bloated gut and big, fat tits staying dry, rising out of the bubbly, scented water like islands. Steve kneels at the side of the tub and tucks her hair behind her ears when it falls forward, feeding her little bites again and again because she's still too stuffed to really eat but she's too greedy to stop. Steve's treat will be taking her hands and helping her out of the water, so full she looks ready to pop, and toweling her off, feeling every fat, swollen inch of her. Dessert will be licking and nipping and lavishing attention to her thighs and belly while she leans back against the bathroom counter, muscles shaking under her own weight but still moaning for more. Moaning for Steve to worship her, worship her, worship her...

Going back to the idea that she grows out of her clothes and she looks ready to pop, not only pregnant but overdue; when Natasha does want to get dressed up, squeezing herself into her largest latex skirt and forgoing a too tight shirt for an open leather jacket instead, exposing her cleavage and teasing much more of her breasts, Natasha has to have Steve put her shoes on for her. Like a pregnant woman, Tasha can't bend over her belly. Steve is always there instead. He kisses her ankles and the tops of her feets, almost literally kissing- worshipping the ground she walks on. This happens as he puts her heels on for her. Gentle with her, careful not to break her expensive shoes or pinch her skin in buckles or zippers. Once he's done he will be happily kicked back by one of those high heels, falling onto his elbows, staring up at her with a heaving chest as she gets up clumsily, puffing, "oof" and putting her hands on her lower back like a pregnant person. Getting up is worth it though. Because Natasha gets up and bends down. Straddling Steve's lap, her panties wet under her skirt and her belly lapping over the waistband of it. "Touch me," she tells him, pushing her gut into his hands at the same time that she grabs his arms, knocking him flat on his back. She places his arms right on her taut tummy. "Touch me," she moans. "Touch me in my too tight clothes. Touch me and feel how much I've grown. I've grown so much with your help, baby, feeding me just like I want you to. You're making me so huge and so fucking sexy. Spilling out of everything. My clothes and your lap, baby. Spilling out of your lap, such fatter than you. I'm pinning you down aren't I? Sitting in your lap, so heavy you can't move. You can only worship your Goddesses gut as it looms over your face, round and-" she runs out of words, so breathless and hot and wet that Steve is lightheaded and he's not even inside her yet.

Once, Steve fucks her cunt after pushing a powerful vibrator into her ass. Double stuffing her while she's already stuffed. Bloated really. Bloated with whole milk and honey. Milk and honey for a Goddess. Only the best for his Goddess, laying back under Steve moaning and letting her eyes roll back into her head, grasping as her stomach as it sloshes with her puppy's eager thrusts. So so so full of liquid and sugar and- ohdearfuckinggod it feels so good. She's so full. So satisfied. A full belly while both of her holes are full too, struggling around Steve's natural girth plus the intentionally fat vibe shoved up her ass. There is no room left inside her. She is as full as she could possibly get. Anymore and she'd burst.

Uuuuhhhh anyway, yeah. The Goddess Natasha brain rot is strong tonight 😳😳😳

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