My girlfriend and I have done a few stuffing dates now, but rarely does she overeat. We visited our families a few months back, and one evening I tagged along with hers and a couple friends for dinner and a show. The night before, she told me she’d been fantasizing about stuffing herself with pasta when we get home and how I should handcuff her when she does it — that’s to say, stuffing was front and center in our minds.
For dinner, we went to a Tex-Mex restaurant. I swear to god, I have never seen portions that big before. I got fajitas, and they were served as not one but two massive plates of food, each one larger than a standard plate. My girlfriend got enchiladas, which were served on a single larger plate loaded with rice, refried beans, cheese, sour cream, guacamole, and corn cake. The two of us had gotten burritos with some other friends only a few hours earlier, so I wasn’t hungry or particularly stoked for Tex-Mex. I didn’t think she was either.
But a few minutes later, my girlfriend interrupted the conversation to say “Oo, I’m so full.” I looked at her plate, and somehow she had nearly eaten the entire thing! All that was left were a couple scraps of enchilada and some beans. I couldn’t believe it.
A friend dared her to finish it. Her stepdad told her she could take a box home. But my girlfriend pointed out that we weren’t going to get home for several hours, so she had to eat it now or it would go bad. However, she must have truly been overstuffed at that point, because she didn’t take another bite for the rest of the night. Instead, she just kept complaining and started rubbing her belly. I stole a glance, and thanks to the skintight shirt she was wearing, I could see that her belly was clearly protruding a full inch over the waistband of her jeans and belt. I watched her tug at her waistband and rub her belly a few times. Then she announced to the table, “I feel like a sausage.” Meanwhile, I was having the time of my life.
We have this thing where my girlfriend will show me a hand sign with 1-5 fingers to discreetly signal how stuffed she’s feeling when we’re in public. 1 means she feels normal and 5 means she’d be sick if she ate another bite. Sitting at the table, she signaled to me that she was a 3.
Then it was time to head to the show. She, her brother, and I were riding together, and on the short walk to the car, she started complaining about how her jeans weren’t stretchy and how it hurt to walk. I was so embarrassed, all I could do was chuckle. Back in her brother’s car, I sat in the passenger’s seat while she sat in the back, so I texted her, “You are insane. My little sausage.” She replied to tell me she was probably closer to a 4. She also said her shoulders were cramping because her body was tense from how full she was. Along the way, she let out a couple deep burps that sounded very relieving.
When we parked the car, we still had a long ways to walk. I stole a kiss and couldn’t help but touch her belly even though her brother was around. When we finally got to the venue, we had to walk down a couple sets of stairs. On the last step, my girlfriend nearly ate shit. We teased her for being clumsy, but I think she was particularly uncoordinated because of how stuffed she was from dinner.
The show was amazing, but for our purposes, the highlight was when she asked me to massage her shoulders because they were still tight. On our walk back to the cars, she let out a MASSIVE burp that was deep and rumbled with a cartoonish bassy-ness. I ogled her and felt her stomach a couple more times as we walked. She still had a nice round paunch jutting out of her normally flat midsection.
We rode with her parents, so the two of us got to sit in the back. There, I could watch the seatbelt hug her gut, and I got to play with her stomach some more. That’s probably been my favorite impromptu stuffing session with her, spurred on by her fantasy from the night before.
