HOME | DD

Description
This post is written from Sage's POV.

Enjoy

After last week's 'incident' with Novalee, I knew that Bryan had told her something about my stuffing. And even though I told him not to, I was intrigued that Nova didn't find it repulsive. If I didn't know any better, I was pretty sure she'd wanted me to get stuffed at Morty's.

She was due to come over for movie night with Bryan, but what she didn't know was that Bryan had cancelled. It would just be the two of us, and I was running with the opportunity.

I planned on getting myself overly stuffed, and supplying her with the food to do so herself. If she didn't that was fine- I really just wanted her to ogle at me. It wasn't time yet for her to take the step of stuffing like I did.

I tossed on my perfectly fitting jeans and looked in the mirror. Six pack- but not for long. My jeans hung lose, but they also would be like that very long. I threw on a tight shirt and headed downstairs to wait for Nova.

I'd put on some weight since starting college two years ago, but it didn't show in any bad ways, so I wasn't worried about it. Ever since I was fourteen, I'd done stuffing days by myself, but only every few months. I didn't want to gain weight, I just enjoyed stuffing myself to the brim. I loved the pain that I felt, and the erotic sensation that I got when my belly stretched to capacity.

The doorbell rang, and I opened it to see Nova, smiling and holding up a DVD. "Ever heard of Netflix?" I teased.

"Whatever. I like this movie," she joked, following me into my house and down to the basement. I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing some pretty tight jeans. Even with her being a thin girl, I could tell that they were too small. I wondered if she'd worn them on purpose.

"Bryan isn't coming," I said, sitting next to her on the couch.

"Oh, that's fine," she answered, propping her feet up on the ottoman.

"So," I continued, caution evident in my voice. "I ordered some Chinese." Novalee nervously swallowed, then a small smile crept across her face.

"Sounds good."

An hour later, I'd finished an order of beef and broccoli, four eggrolls, a quart of fried rice, and almost a liter of soda. I was pretty full, but I had plenty of room from years of practicing. I unbuttoned my jeans, feeling an instant release, and looked over at Nova. I'd caught her staring multiple times, but this time, she kept her eyes on my swollen belly. Slowly, they drifted to my face. "I don't think I can eat anymore," she said. "These were the worst jeans to wear."

"You've only had an order of General Tso and an egg roll," I chuckled. "Let me show you something." Warily, she nodded. "Sit up and on the edge of the couch, like you're still eating." I watched as she struggled at first, but managed to do so. Her face wrenched with pain, and i imagined how bad that button must feel against her bloated belly.

"Now what?" She asked.

"Widen your legs a little, and sit up straight." She did this, and her look of pain eased. "Ok, now, suck it in as much as you can and hold it." As she did this, I reached over and lifted her shirt. Her jeans were squeezing her poor belly so tight, so I quickly unbuttoned her pants. "Ok, stop sucking it in." I watched, still holding her shirt up, as her belly surged forward. It rounded out perfectly, pushing the zipper down a little.

"Oh my god, that's so much better," Nova said, smiling. She sat back and laid a hand on her belly, but her eyes traveled to mine. "Can I see?" This was exactly what I wanted, why I'd brought her here.

"Sure," I answered, peeling my shirt off. I leaned back on the couch with another bottle of soda in my hand, then started drinking it. With my own hand on my belly, I felt it expand with each gulp that I took. I wasn't the most stuffed I'd ever been, not even close, but Nova had never seen me like this. My eyes finally met hers after finishing the bottle, but she looked right back down at my belly. I, too, looked.

My oblique muscles were protruding, my engorged belly pushing them forward. With the soda that I'd just chugged, the top of my belly stuck out slightly farther than the rest. Running my hand over my skin, I could feel how packed I was, and how much room I had left...

:) (Smile) — Description
This post is written from Sage's POV.

Enjoy

After last week's 'incident' with Novalee, I knew that Bryan had told her something about my stuffing. And even though I told him not to, I was intrigued that Nova didn't find it repulsive. If I didn't know any better, I was pretty sure she'd wanted me to get stuffed at Morty's.

She was due to come over for movie night with Bryan, but what she didn't know was that Bryan had cancelled. It would just be the two of us, and I was running with the opportunity.

I planned on getting myself overly stuffed, and supplying her with the food to do so herself. If she didn't that was fine- I really just wanted her to ogle at me. It wasn't time yet for her to take the step of stuffing like I did.

I tossed on my perfectly fitting jeans and looked in the mirror. Six pack- but not for long. My jeans hung lose, but they also would be like that very long. I threw on a tight shirt and headed downstairs to wait for Nova.

I'd put on some weight since starting college two years ago, but it didn't show in any bad ways, so I wasn't worried about it. Ever since I was fourteen, I'd done stuffing days by myself, but only every few months. I didn't want to gain weight, I just enjoyed stuffing myself to the brim. I loved the pain that I felt, and the erotic sensation that I got when my belly stretched to capacity.

The doorbell rang, and I opened it to see Nova, smiling and holding up a DVD. "Ever heard of Netflix?" I teased.

"Whatever. I like this movie," she joked, following me into my house and down to the basement. I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing some pretty tight jeans. Even with her being a thin girl, I could tell that they were too small. I wondered if she'd worn them on purpose.

"Bryan isn't coming," I said, sitting next to her on the couch.

"Oh, that's fine," she answered, propping her feet up on the ottoman.

"So," I continued, caution evident in my voice. "I ordered some Chinese." Novalee nervously swallowed, then a small smile crept across her face.

"Sounds good."

An hour later, I'd finished an order of beef and broccoli, four eggrolls, a quart of fried rice, and almost a liter of soda. I was pretty full, but I had plenty of room from years of practicing. I unbuttoned my jeans, feeling an instant release, and looked over at Nova. I'd caught her staring multiple times, but this time, she kept her eyes on my swollen belly. Slowly, they drifted to my face. "I don't think I can eat anymore," she said. "These were the worst jeans to wear."

"You've only had an order of General Tso and an egg roll," I chuckled. "Let me show you something." Warily, she nodded. "Sit up and on the edge of the couch, like you're still eating." I watched as she struggled at first, but managed to do so. Her face wrenched with pain, and i imagined how bad that button must feel against her bloated belly.

"Now what?" She asked.

"Widen your legs a little, and sit up straight." She did this, and her look of pain eased. "Ok, now, suck it in as much as you can and hold it." As she did this, I reached over and lifted her shirt. Her jeans were squeezing her poor belly so tight, so I quickly unbuttoned her pants. "Ok, stop sucking it in." I watched, still holding her shirt up, as her belly surged forward. It rounded out perfectly, pushing the zipper down a little.

"Oh my god, that's so much better," Nova said, smiling. She sat back and laid a hand on her belly, but her eyes traveled to mine. "Can I see?" This was exactly what I wanted, why I'd brought her here.

"Sure," I answered, peeling my shirt off. I leaned back on the couch with another bottle of soda in my hand, then started drinking it. With my own hand on my belly, I felt it expand with each gulp that I took. I wasn't the most stuffed I'd ever been, not even close, but Nova had never seen me like this. My eyes finally met hers after finishing the bottle, but she looked right back down at my belly. I, too, looked.

My oblique muscles were protruding, my engorged belly pushing them forward. With the soda that I'd just chugged, the top of my belly stuck out slightly farther than the rest. Running my hand over my skin, I could feel how packed I was, and how much room I had left...