My girlfriend's belly stuffing stories

[jdoe32674]

Sup y’all.

My girlfriend is a burper, and she’s proud of it. She burps at the dinner table, she burps in the shower. She burps drinking water, she burps while singing. She burps getting out of bed and even while she’s sleeping. But for all the burping moments we’ve had together, my favorite sexual experiences have all been her belly stuffing adventures.

My girlfriend is a people person who knows how to strike up a conversation with anybody. She’s in her late 20s with brown hair, stunning eyes, and her skin shines with a natural glow. She wears DD bras (when she wears them), but she’s fit and athletic and takes excellent care of her body. That being said, she also loves how much power she has over me when she stuffs her belly.

Any time she gets stuffed or bloated, it really shows. You can see the sharp angles dug into her hips where her belly dome emerges from her pelvis. It’s a transformation from flat to Thanksgiving turkey that makes her look comically round, sort of like Natasha’s Belly. And when she blows up like that, the burps are bound to follow.

I’ve shared a few stories about my girlfriend stuffing herself before, and I’ve had some people ask me to share some more. It’s easier to put them all in a single thread, so I’m putting this in the other fetishes category because it’s stuffing-centric. Nevertheless, you can be sure that there will be plenty of burps in these stories.

I feel so blessed that my girlfriend loves me enough that she is willing and eager to wreck her body for a night just to live out my fantasies. These stories are a bit longwinded and self-indulgent, sure, but I hope to jot down the details for posterity — and maybe let y’all enjoy while I’m at it. Hope you get a kick out of them.

[jdoe32674]

To start, here’s a story my girlfriend texted me after I first told her I was into stuffing. She was telling me about her old job where she would host sales events around the country to try to sell their product to other companies. Basically her job was to wine and dine the execs.

We’d have a food and bev minimum of like 3-5k and the dinner would usually be like $1k under budget, so me and the other employee would have to eat like $500 each

She sent me a couple of shirtless mirror selfies she took in her hotel room.

I was just so stuffed I took a pic. One is sucking in one is full belly

I remember this meal. I had a seafood tour, multiple drinks, fried green tomatoes, something with crawfish, definitely a couple other things, definitely desert, and then the waiter fucking begged me to order the adult chocolate milk

BUMMER you did not know me at this job. Did this 1-3 times a month

One time I was on schedule 5 times in a month, each in a totally dif city. And I threw a tantrum and then I only did 3

[jdoe32674]

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.

[MandM]

This is gold. I’d love more if you are willing and able.

[jdoe32674]

Had another impromptu stuffing moment a few weeks ago!

My girlfriend and several of her friends are bi. Very early into our relationship, this one particular bi friend (skinny, blonde, artsy, and traditionally attractive) was moving to another city with her boyfriend, so she had a going-away party at a local bar. By the time we said goodbye, she’d had a few drinks and told my girlfriend she’d like to kiss her but her boyfriend would be jealous. My girlfriend asked me about it later, and I was like, yeah, I would’ve enjoyed that. Now I always associate that friend with that memory.

Well, a few weeks ago, we flew to visit the friend and her boyfriend. We went on a double date to this modern Mexican restaurant (another Mexican food stuffing story, huh?). The food was amazing. We started with cocktails then ordered chips, guac, queso, salsa, and taquitos for the table. My girlfriend got a glass of wine and some braised chicken and potatoes dish. Her entree wasn’t that big, but we went ham on the chips and taquitos.

Before I knew it, she was patting her belly and complaining about how stuffed she was. I don’t remember what her friend ordered, but she began echoing my girlfriend’s complaints, saying she was super full. Meanwhile, I was blissfully soaking it all in. Got to hear my girlfriend burp under her breath a couple times, too.

When it was time to head home, we had to walk a few blocks to her friends’ car, but my girlfriend was walking sooo slow. She was lagging so far behind that her friend called her out. My girlfriend protested that if we wanted her to walk any faster, we were going to have to roll her.

We both rode in the backseat on the way back to their house. My girlfriend stuck her belly out through the embrace of her seatbelt (involuntarily or not) and rubbed it a little. I snuck in a couple feels, myself. If you remember our number system from before, my girlfriend later told me she was a 3.

We hung around and played board games when we got home. Out of nowhere, her friend brought up that she loves Indian food so much that she always scarfs it down as fast as possible so she can eat as much as she can before she gets full. My girlfriend was like, yeah, that’s relatable. Now I’m picturing them both stuffing themselves and making out

My girlfriend brought up that comment a few days ago. Maybe it’s time for us to take another trip to the Indian buffet…

[jdoe32674]

This post is a bit more graphic than I usually am, but it’s so fresh in my head and it was so euphoric that it felt necessary to include those details.

Yesterday, before I’d even fully woken up, my girlfriend came and kissed me good morning and suggested we go to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner. That sure woke me right up! One of my fantasies has been to go to the Cheesecake Factory, watch my girlfriend eat a full course meal (appetizer, entree, dessert), then parade her and her stuffed gut through the adjoining mall. For the non-Americans here, the Cheesecake Factory is a chain known for its ridiculous portions. You are not supposed to eat a full entree, let alone an appetizer and dessert.

My girlfriend made sure to eat hardly anything throughout the day. We went on a run in the afternoon, and all she ate afterwards was a protein bar and a smoothie.

Once it was finally time for dinner, we took a few “before” photos to compare the damage later. She wore black jeans with a tight belt, a blue denim jacket, and a brown skintight tank top that she tucked into her jeans, which really showed off her waist and her tits. On our way out the door, she rushed back in to grab a sparkling water and drank it in the car, priming her belly with a few burps.

When we got to the restaurant, they sat us in a booth, giving us some privacy. We ordered the Tex Mex eggrolls for an appetizer, and my girlfriend got the cajun jambalaya pasta.

I’ll fastforward to the good part, which began about halfway through her 1270 calorie pasta after she’d already had a roll of bread and her half of the 930 calorie eggrolls. She declared she was already full, but not done eating. She set down her fork and massaged her belly for a moment. From where I was sitting, I could just see her lap from over the edge of the table. She tugged at her belt and loosened it one notch. Then she announced that her shoulders were cramping up from how much she ate. Honestly, I was afraid she wasn’t going to finish her pasta, but she rarely backs down from a challenge. She covered her mouth to burp free some extra room and kept shoveling down her pasta.

The pasta was a linguini with shrimp, chicken, tomatoes, and a greasy olive oil sauce. Eventually my girlfriend loosened her belt again and undid her pants. Her denim jacket perfectly sheltered her, even from our waitress, so only I could see that her jeans were unbuttoned. My girlfriend had a pretty good rumbly burp near the end of dinner, and she finally gave up when only a couple noodles and a few tomatoes remained. I was disappointed when she turned down dessert, but she later told me we wouldn’t have had sex had she forced herself to eat a slice of cheesecake.

She zipped her pants back up before we left but she left them unbuttoned and her belt a little loose, so the belt hung awkwardly as we walked through the mall. She grabbed my arm and my waist to hug me affectionately (and to squeeze her tits against me), but also for support. She needed help to walk straight.

When we got back to the car, I played with her belly for a bit and asked how she was feeling. If you’ll recall the 1-5 finger number system my girlfriend and I have where 3 = overeaten, 4 = overeaten to the point of being physically uncomfortable, and 5 = gonna be sick, my girlfriend said she was more than a 4 after finishing the pasta. I continued to rub her belly on the drive home, especially at the red lights. At one red light, she even unleashed another beefy burp.

Back home, we got her “after” photos, and holy shit she looked huge. Instead of her normally flat tummy, her belly was a round orb that began below her belt. Even though her pants were still unbuttoned, her zipper managed to constrict her waistline so her belly spilled over and under her waistband. Her gut extended more than an inch past her tits, the inverse of what that ratio normally looks like.

We wasted no time jumping in bed. After taking off her shirt, her stomach looked comically large, almost as thick as a tree trunk. It was bulging like a fat man’s gut. I played with her belly and some other things as a bit of foreplay.

When she got on top of me a while later, I asked her to drink another sparkling water to inflate her back up to as stuffed as she was at the restaurant. I have to say, it’s unbelievably amazing to feel an already bloated gut get stiff against you in real time, through labored chugging and breathing. It almost felt like the underside of her belly became sharp and was digging into me. Two burps in, she began complaining how full she felt and that a third one was stuck. I didn’t last long enough for that third burp, but when it finally lodged free, she was still on top and blasted it right in my face.