Chapter 1

The gentle breeze of the magical forest caressed Arthur's face as he ventured deeper into the thicket. At twenty-eight years old, tall and slim, this young dreamer longed for a life full of adventures and fantasies that would satisfy his curious desires. A peculiar image formed in his mind: he imagined having a bulging, prominent belly, a round belly that would draw everyone's attention and invite to be admired and caressed. A fantasy that contrasted greatly with his slender figure.

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the forest, Guinevere, a young twenty-seven-year-old witch, was performing her magical rituals. Her beauty was singular, with a slim figure and an angelic face. But what made her truly unique was her peculiar fetish: a burning passion for men with prominent bellies. Her imagination flew with the idea of ​​caressing and exploring those bulging bellies. Guinevere, being a shy and intelligent woman, found the solitude of the forest the perfect place to create potions and satisfy her most intimate desires.

Arthur, lost in his daydreams, walked aimlessly, letting himself be carried away by the magic of the place. The lush vegetation surrounded him, and each step took him closer to his unexpected destination. Guinevere's cabin, hidden among the trees, was waiting to be discovered.

As he reached the door of the cabin, Arthur felt a strange sensation, as if an invisible force was drawing him inside. He knocked gently, and to his surprise, the door opened revealing a cozy interior filled with bubbling cauldrons.

Guinevere, focused on creating a new potion, looked up at the sound of the door. Her eyes met Arthur's, and in that instant, a spark of mutual curiosity arose between them.

—Welcome to my humble abode— Guinevere said in a soft, mysterious voice. —Not many venture into the forest. What brings you here, young adventurer?—

Arthur, somewhat nervous but fascinated by Guinevere's beauty, replied —I seek adventures and unique experiences. My name is Arthur, and I feel that this forest hides secrets that I wish to discover.—

Guinevere smiled, displaying a charming mischief. —Then you have come to the right place. I am Guinevere, the witch of this forest, and I have something that might interest you.—

With a graceful movement, Guinevere approached one of her cauldrons and poured a bubbling liquid into a cup.

—Try this potion. I assure you that it will satisfy your deepest desires.—

Intrigued, Arthur took the cup and took a sip. The liquid had a sweet and fruity taste, but he immediately felt a change in his body. A ravenous hunger took hold of him, and his stomach began to twist in a strange way.

Guinevere, watching Arthur's reaction, couldn't hold back a mischievous giggle. —My potion has a unique effect. It will give you an insatiable appetite and, most interestingly, your stomach will become elastic, capable of expanding beyond what you imagine.—

Arthur, now aware of the transformation, brought his hands to his belly, feeling how it began to swell. A pleasurable sensation invaded him, and he couldn't help but smile at the idea of ​​seeing his fantasy come true.

—I love watching your belly grow— Guinevere murmured, moving closer to him. —I've always wanted to find someone like you, with whom I can explore my fetish without inhibitions.—

Arthur, excited by the situation, let Guinevere caress his increasingly bulging belly. The witch seemed to delight in every inch that grew, and her caresses became more intense.

—I love the way your belly feels, so round and soft— Guinevere whispered close to her ear. —Would you like me to help you satisfy your hunger?—

Arthur nodded, feeling his desire mix with the need to be pleased. Guinevere, with a mischievous smile, knelt in front of him and began to unbuckle his belt.

—Let me feed you while I enjoy your beautiful belly.—

Gently, Guinevere lowered the zipper of his pants, revealing the growing bulge of his belly. Then, with slow and sensual movements, she began to massage his belly, making Arthur emit soft and pleasurable burps.

—Ahh... Yes...— Arthur moaned, enjoying the unique sensation. —I never imagined that my belly could give me so much pleasure.—

Guinevere, excited by the burps and the growing belly, slid her hand inside Arthur's underwear, finding his hardened penis.

—Oh, I feel how your desire grows along with your belly. Let me please you while I feed you.—

With innate skill, Guinevere began to masturbate him, synchronizing her movements with the caresses on his belly. Each of Arthur's burps was like music to her ears, and her arousal increased with each sound.

—I love listening to your burps, they are like a melody to me—Guinevere whispered, bringing her mouth close to his ear. —I want to feel your belly against my body while I make you reach ecstasy.—

Arthur, completely given over to passion, let Guinevere guide him to the bed. He lay down, exposing his swollen belly and his erect member. Guinevere, with surprising agility, climbed on top of him, positioning her vagina over his penis.

—Now, let me ride you while I enjoy your belly—Guinevere said, beginning to move slowly.

Each of Guinevere's thrusts made Arthur's belly press against her body, causing burps that echoed in the cabin. The witch moaned in pleasure, feeling Arthur's belly stimulating her clit with every movement.

—Ahh... your belly is so... delicious...— Guinevere moaned, leaning down so Arthur could caress her.

Arthur, in ecstasy, massaged Guinevere's breasts as she continued to ride him. The feeling of having his penis inside her and his belly being worshipped was something he had never experienced.

—I want you to cum inside me while I feel your belly against my skin— Guinevere asked, increasing the pace.

Arthur, feeling the imminence of his orgasm, let his body give in to the pleasure. Guinevere, with her vagina squeezing his penis, looked into his eyes as her belly touched his.

—Ahh!— Arthur cried, reaching climax.

Guinevere let herself fall on top of him, and together, they gave themselves over to a pleasurable relaxation.

—I've never experienced anything like this— Arthur said, caressing Guinevere's back. —Your fetish and my fantasy have come together in an incredible way.—

Guinevere, smiling with satisfaction, replied —This is just the beginning, my dear Arthur. Together we will explore pleasures you never even imagined.—

As the afternoon turned into night, Guinevere's cabin was filled with laughter and whispers, marking the beginning of an erotic adventure that promised to fulfill all her desires.