Chapter 1

The majestic Côte d’Or Express, a luxury train that meandered through the stunning landscapes of the French countryside, was the perfect setting for a story of unexpected passion and desire. On board was Percival, a tall and slender 28 year old successful art dealer whose insatiable appetite was not only limited to the exquisiteness of gourmet food, but also longed to devour life itself. On the other hand, Rosetta, a slim and beautiful 27 year old writer with a shy but witty personality, was looking for inspiration for her next novel, longing to escape the monotony of her city life.

In a twist of fate, the two found themselves sharing a private carriage, an intimate and luxurious space with padded seats, elegant gold accents, and a panoramic window offering captivating views of the French landscape. This compartment would become a microcosm of their contrasting lives.

Percival, eager to celebrate his recent achievements, ordered an extravagant feast. The attentive train staff brought in carts filled with delicacies: fine cheeses, delicate caviar, and exquisitely crafted pastries. As the tempting aromas filled the air, Rosetta couldn't help but feel excited by the opulence surrounding her.

The young writer, with her curious gaze, watched Percival, intrigued by his elegant appearance and voracious appetite. He, unbeknownst to her, was the perfect protagonist for her most hidden fantasies. Each bite he took of the succulent delicacies made his thin body transform, his belly swell, becoming a bulging roundness under his shirt. This peculiarity, which caused Percival shame, was precisely what awakened Rosetta's deepest desire.

Shy by nature, she struggled to hide her secret fetish: she found it extremely erotic to see the swelling of men's stomachs after eating. And the sound of a belch, that release of fullness, made her tremble with excitement.

As the waiters served dessert, a chocolate cake, Rosetta couldn't take her eyes off Percival. With each bite, his belly expanded further, creating a tempting bulge beneath his slightly raised shirt. The young writer bit her lip, imagining what it would be like to touch that roundness, to feel the firmness of his swelling.

Percival, oblivious to the attention he was receiving, was delighting in the dessert, savouring each bite with his eyes closed. But the fullness in his stomach was causing an uncomfortable sensation, and a burp threatened to escape his lips. He tried to suppress it, feeling embarrassed, but Rosetta noticed. Her cheeks flushed, and a mischievous smile curved her lips.

On a daring impulse, Rosetta approached Percival, her heart pounding.
—You seem to have enjoyed your meal— she murmured, her voice soft and seductive. —But are you feeling all right? I see your stomach is a little… bloated.—

Percival felt exposed, but something in Rosetta's warm gaze reassured him.
—Yes, I have this... condition— he confessed, placing his hand on his bulging belly. —Whenever I eat, my stomach swells like this. It's kind of uncomfortable.—

Rosetta smiled, her gaze shining with curiosity and desire.
—I would like to help you feel more comfortable— she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. —Let me ease you.—

Percival looked at her in surprise, but the mutual attraction was undeniable. He nodded slowly, and Rosetta moved closer, her fingers gently caressing his swollen belly. With each caress, he emitted a soft burp, releasing the pressure in his stomach. The burps, far from being vulgar, became an erotic melody for Rosetta.

The writer lowered her hand, sliding her fingers under Percival's shirt, exploring the roundness of his belly. Each burp from him sent a burning heat through her body.

—I like the fullness of your belly— Rosetta whispered, her fingers caressing the firm swell. —And I love hearing you burp.— Rosetta was completely sold on her fantasies, and despite her shyness, she felt brave enough to expose her fetishes.

Percival found himself captivated by the intensity in Rosetta's gaze.
—I never thought anyone would find me attractive— she admitted, her voice husky with desire. —But I like the way you make me feel.—

Rosetta leaned in, her lips brushing Percival's ear.
—Tell me how full you are— she whispered. —I want to hear how you feel.—

Percival closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the sensuality of the moment.
—I'm so full I feel like I'm going to explode— he confessed, his voice shaking. —And every burp relieves me, but I want more.—

As they talked, the sexual tension between them intensified. Rosetta lowered her hand, now caressing Percival's crotch through his pants. She felt his erection and smiled contentedly.

—I want to feel you inside me— she whispered, her breath warm on Percival's ear.

Percival couldn't resist any longer. He took Rosetta's hand, leading her into the luxurious bedroom attached to the carriage. The room, with its opulent decor and soft light coming through the window, was the perfect setting for their passionate encounter.

Rosetta lay back on the bed, her eager body sprawled across the silk sheets. Percival, with his stomach still swollen, positioned himself over her, his eyes bright with desire.

—I want to feel your fullness— Rosetta murmured, guiding Percival’s hand to her wet intimacy. —And I want you to fill me up while you tell me how full you are.—

Percival moved between her legs. With each thrust, his swollen belly pressed against hers.

—I’m so full… so full of desire for you—” Percival moaned, his burps mixing with his words.

Rosetta responded to every movement, her body arching to receive him deeper. The sound of Percival’s burps, so close to her ear, excited her to the limit. The sensation of his swollen belly pressing against hers was a pleasure beyond compare.

As the train continued its journey through the French countryside, moans of pleasure filled the private compartment, creating an erotic symphony that only they could understand. Their connection was deep, fueled by desire and acceptance of each other's quirks.