Chapter 1 - Beer Belly

First story I’m posting on here so I’m open to any feedback. There will be more chapters of this story if y’all like it. Also, I’ll probably do more in the future but they won’t all be this intox-heavy lol.


It’s about 2:45 in the afternoon. Madison wakes up with a swollen belly and a dry mouth. Blinking away her grogginess, she reaches out her arms, arches her back, and streeeeetches after her long and deep slumber. “UghhhHhahhh…” she groans involuntarily, both from the relief of her stiffened joints, and from the sudden sensation in her midsection brought on by the activity. She quickly relaxes and puts a hand to her belly: Ugh. She’s still too full and bloated from last night to be jostling her middle like that. Madison gives her gut a few quick, absentminded pats and lets out a long sigh of relief as her gurgling tummy settles down again, before being interrupted by a sharp, loud belch. *Bhhhuuuuurrrp!!* She feels weighed down, waterlogged even, her belly still sloshy and unstable, a tinge of acid reflux in her throat and the constant sensation that a belch might break free and bubble up from the half digested contents of her stomach. Again a burp escapes her lips, this time slow and almost sickly, as if her body is protesting the trials she’s putting it through. She gets a brief whiff of greasy beef, cheese, and most of all stale beer. “Shit…” she mumbles to herself in amusement. Madison runs her finger slowly across her bare distended gut, then pokes her clearly bloated upper belly, inadvertently squeezing out another hearty beer belch and sending a wave of discomfort through her turbulent tummy. “Damn… just look at me…” she thinks, beginning to heat up between her newly pudgy thighs as she observes herself.

Madison yawns and stretches her back again, this time prepared for the discomfort but recognizing the need to stretch her cramped belly out. She swings her long, smooth, lightly tanned legs off of her bed with a lazy groan, her bare feet touching down on the floor of her bedroom and allowing her to slide her softening ass off of her bed as her (underused lately) muscles pull her into a standing position. Madison’s stomach gurgles in distress as she gives her smooth side-belly flesh a measured slap, arching her back to allow her gut to bulge forwards under its own weight. She’s letting it alllllllll hang out in the privacy of her own apartment. She can’t help but salivate as she thinks back to the night before, remembering how she downed beer after beer after beer, feeling her sloshing belly grow heavier and heavier as it swelled up with the frothy substance. She had worked herself up into a frenzy: sprawled out on her couch in nothing but a loose crop top and the same pair of comfy gray boyshort underwear she’s still wearing, she had drank and drank and eaten and drank again as she pleasured herself. She recognizes that, as usual, at some point her memory has become clouded from the sheer volume of alcohol she’d consumed, as the further into the night she thinks, the more it all fades into a drunk, bloated, horny, extremely hot blur.

An extended queasy gurgle shakes Madison out of her memories. Back to her senses, she blushes deeply and laughs at herself lingering on her horny experiences for so long, but also seriously considers the dryness of her mouth, and how good it would feel to have a few beers. Maybe more than a few beers. Maybe as many beers as it takes to render her a drunken giggly bloated mess like she was the night before. She wants as many beers as it takes to blow her belly up bigger than it’s ever been, to weigh her gut down so heavily she can’t stand, to put 20 pounds of useless blubber onto her beer belly when she finally passes out long enough to digest it all, to get her SO drunk and SO bloated and heavy that she—

*BHHhuuuurrrhp!*

A belch brings Madison back to her senses once again. She looks down and realizes that she’d begun to knead her knuckles into the new layer of pudge stretched around her bloated gut. She’d had one hand groping her own belly and the other had made its way further down, her slim feminine hand dancing deftly across the outside of her underwear just enough to tease her. She jerked her hands away sharply and clasped them together in front of her chest, turning towards the mirror on her door and staring at the sheepish grin of embarrassment in her own face. “Fυck… am I THAT easy??” she said out loud, voice trembling slightly from both arousal and shame. Madison begins to process what just happened, and once again laughs at herself, but this time an uneasy, nervous laugh as she starts putting together the situation she’s found herself in. The feeling of her doughy, meaty belly pudge lingers in her mind as she clasps her hands even harder to prevent herself from touching it again. She doesn’t remember it ever feeling like that before… She stares at it in the mirror… how it bulges out of her frame, how it looks so plump and round, chubbiest at the front but with enough tub starting to form that it wraps around her slightly, sticking to her side-belly and even giving her soft little love handles above her hips. She’s never seen herself look so… overfed. Madison slowly unclamps her hands and moves one to her lower belly, pressing in beneath her belly button and squeezing the chub into herself. “damn…” she’s genuinely amazed. She knew that her recent habits were having an affect on her body, but always tried not to process that her inevitable weight gain would have any effect on her real life. Taking a long, honest look at herself is breaking any mental block she has left in processing her body. Madison lets her belly bulge out again with a mildly pained moan and a string of small burps. She can’t believe what’s become of her. She’s never had a serious belly before, but here she is looking in the mirror at a girl with a full on beer gut. Her whole waist area is a disaster zone! Could she really have been eating and drinking THIS much? She’s starting to get turned on again. It didn’t seem real. Had she really gulped down so many beer calories that her slim, toned midsection turned into this?? Had she seriously buried her thin waist in a pudgy, porky tub of beer fat??? No wonder all her clothes no longer fit well around her belly, aside from some limited thickening in her thighs, it was clear that Madison’s midsection had taken nearly ALL of the damage. The blushing brunette staring back at her in the mirror might be hot, but her once prim and perfect body has been ravaged by an all consuming love for being filled with beer. It was a body at an obvious crossroads. Madison could clearly see that if she wanted to slim back down and get her old trim tummy back, she’d have to act now, because the porked up potbelly on the girl in the mirror was only going to get bigger if she kept pouring beer into it. She was already struggling to pull off her trendy, sporty look with the amount of gut she’d put onto herself, but if she packed on any MORE weight? it was over. Her beer belly was already getting way out of hand, shouldn’t she stop herself now?
*Bhhhhhhuuuurrrrrhhp!* The gas coming out of Madison’s belly is still the product of too much food and wayyy too much beer. Just another side affect of her recent behavior. Even the slight aftertaste of beer left in her mouth from the night before is driving her crazy. She wants more in her belly. She wants to feel it flow down her throat and into the depths of her growing gut, making her drunk and horny and even more bloated. Madison is thirsty. She licks her lips and looks at her body again. She’s already getting too thick around the gut… But… she also looks… positively delicious. That plump round belly does something to her. Something carnal that clouds her judgement. If that potbelly gets any fatter, people aren’t going to perceive her as just a hot girl with a bit too much belly anymore, they’re going to look at her and see nothing but that blubbery globe of belly fat. But… maybe she kinda likes that… Or… or at least she loves having a bloated fat gut full of beer enough to deal with the consequences later.

Madison’s too aroused to think straight. Twisting her waist in the mirror and striking multiple poses for herself, she’s already made up her mind even if she doesn’t know it yet. In fact, she was always going to keep eating and drinking whatever she wanted. She’d thought about the possibility of consequences before, and each and every time she’d end up glutting herself as always, passing out with a belly full of booze as thousands of empty calories slowly settle onto her poor overfed beer gut. Looking at herself and imagining how she’ll look with even MORE food and alcohol packed into her, she’s reached a breaking point. Madison can no longer stop herself, or even really slow herself down. She struts out of her room and to her kitchen, swollen mound of bare belly fat leading the way, swaying side to side and still sloshing with each step. Her slightly chubby thighs and less-than-slightly-chubby lower belly jiggle as she comes to a stop in front of her fridge. Her eyes possess a hunger like a starving animal on a hunt as the potbellied young woman throws the fridge door open and grabs a tall can of beer faster than a panther pouncing on its prey. Madison sinks her teeth into its neck and shotguns the first beer in less than 3 seconds, tossing the can behind her and reaching for the next in one quick motion. While the first was a light beer, this one is a bit darker and more flavorful. She’s more focused than she ever is doing anything else. She can only think of getting more into her belly as fast as she can. By the time she’s started chugging her second beer, she can feel the frothy bubbles from the shotgunned beer rising in her gut. Her belly groans in protest, her upset stomach being forced to contain more despite the fact that it’s still struggling to process last night’s onslaught. She can feel her belly contents tossing and turning. Madison doesn’t flinch. She revels in the feeling. She tosses a can to the ground and begins to chug yet another beer, pausing only to let loose a massive burp and smack her belly. “Ughhh yeaaa…” she moans through frenzied gulps of amber liquid.

When she finishes her third drink, Madison takes a break, supporting herself on the counter next to the fridge, and allows herself to feel the rush of alcohol to her head from drinking three beers so fast. She slaps her belly harder and belches on purpose, expelling as much excess carbonation as she can manage. Her face is flushed and she’s weak in the knees from arousal. The discomfort inside her gut is beginning to give way to an infectious warmth and glowing feeling, only exacerbated by the intense heat between her thighs. She pulls out her phone and opens a food delivery app, scrolling as she catches her breath. Madison knows she needs to order food now, she always starts eating when she gets drunk, and if she waited until later she might be too intoxicated to work her phone properly. Now sipping on another drink, she begins typing in a large order from a local burger joint, getting two massive double burgers and an order of loaded cheese fries, all set to arrive in about an hour. There’s no time to waste. Madison begins to move beers from her fridge to the coffee table in front of her couch, which will serve as her venue for egregious levels of sexually-charged indulgence. She savors the rich taste in her mouth as she take large gulps of beer in between trips to the fridge, finishing her fourth drink at a much slower pace then her first three. When she’s satisfied with the amount of drinks on her coffee table, she stretches out on her couch and sinks into her routine. Madison slowly brings a fifth beer to her lips, this time a bottle of a heavy chocolate stout. She’s pacing herself now, enjoying the process. She’s making sure she feels every individual gulp make it’s way to her tummy, relishing in the feeling of her stomach getting tighter. Her belly once again gurgles in futile resistance, but she pays it no mind. Madison’s gut is going to have to hold whatever she throws at it, because she’s not going to be deterred by a little bellyache. Besides, she thinks to herself, soon she’ll be so drunk she can’t tell.

Madison downs beer after beer this way. First the heavy stout, then a crisp pale ale, then a malty Irish red, then a refreshing pilsner. The whole time she drinks with one hand as she feels up her own beer belly with the other, occasionally allowing herself to venture lower and put a hand down her underwear. She’s soaking her underwear more with every sip, the feeling of her belly stretching to contain the mass of liquid making her crazy. The more she swallows, the less she can control herself. Madison gets on all fours to feel her gut hang under her, swaying from side to side to feel it slosh with booze, belching and moaning and groaning as her stomach desperately tries to settle itself. She looks downright comical, her chunky, chubbed up midsection being held up by her skinny little arms. Despite having four points of contacts, the girl manages to loose her balance anyway, inadvertently slamming her overfilled belly into the side of the couch. The impact knocks a long, bellowing beer belch out of her and sends her tumbling over the edge of the couch, landing on her back in the floor with her hugely bloated gut bulging up towards her ceiling. She giggles wildly, interspersed with a few drunk hiccups. Madison’s head is spinning. She feels intoxicatingly good. She rolls herself on the her side in the floor and belches again, giggling to herself as she reaches up onto the coffee table for another drink. She doesn’t even get up, just starts pouring the beer into herself while she makes satisfied little moaning noises. She’s in love with being so full and sloshy. She plays with the fat on her side as she admires the way her gut lays out on her rug. It spreads out under its own weight just a bit, like she has a fat-coated water balloon sticking out over her waistband. “Look at this guuuuuuut…..!” she moans, squeezing her belly with one hand as she begins yet another beer, this one a German style lager. She reaches down between her legs and once again starts to touch herself, exaggerating her gulping sounds and moans while she guzzles even more of the beverage in her hand. She feels like a hog. An indulgent, drunk, potbellied hog. A useless drunk beer bellied tub of lard with a gut so full of beer and porky blubber she couldn’t do anything but lay there and let it all digest, slowly making the tank of beer fat bulging out of her midsection even MORE disproportionate! Making her so huge in the gut that everyone knows just how much of a pathetic indulgent beer hog she’s been! Madison’s drunk thoughts are getting hornier and hornier. They keep getting more vulgar and degrading until finally they all blend together into one unified image of her massively swollen beer filled GUT. She closes her eyes tightly as her overfilled belly, aroused mind, and quick fingers take her over the edge. She feels absolutely perfect in this moment, climaxing just as the flow of beer into her bulging gut runs out, groaning and moaning and gasping for breath as she struggles to comprehend which direction is upwards. “F—*pant* fυckinh… fat *Bhheeeelch* beer belly… *Gasp*” she pants as she slowly opens her eyes, one hand still partially inside her as the other drops the empty bottle and clumsily grabs the fat of her exposed love handle right where it meets the belly. Madison goes limp except for that hand, feeling the warm flush of the alcohol flow through her as her bloated beer tanker of a gut gurgles and sloshes violently. Even in her current state she knows she needs to lay there a while and gather her bearings, so there she stays, massive belly splayed out in front of her, one hand gripping her blubber and the other trapped reaching into her underwear by the weight of her gut, catching her breath as the noises from her gastric distress fill her small apartment. Her drunken mind is filled with countless horny thoughts about her own body and belly, but it all blurs together in a beer-soaked haze. She needs something to soak up some of the alcohol in her gut, and she hopes her food will arrive soon to help her out.