Summertime grill stuffing

chapter 1

“Open wide!”

“Ahh...”

I chewed, savoring the meat and crisp veggies on my double cheeseburger. I swallowed, enjoying the sensation of yet more warm, delicious food falling into my awaiting stomach. Satisfying, but not quite enough, I feel. More. Another serving, please! More sauce... more whipped cream! Another ice cream sandwich! It will never be enough.

The weather is lovely this time of year. The warmth of the sun filters in through the pergola I am sitting under while my feeder grills up more food. The salty ocean breeze floats gently through her backyard, carrying the scent of our feeding session far and wide.

I burped loudly as I finished the burger. The American cheese slice sticking to the umami beef patty, the warm, buttery, mayo slathered bun toasted on the grill. The cooling crisp lettuce, tomato, and onion. The most delicious burgers are homemade, I think... she knows this, and she exploits it. There’s just something about freshly made food directly from your feeder’s kitchen into your hungry, gluttonous mouth.

Clean, crisp, delicious, greasy, fattening. All words that can be used in entirely different sentences, yet somehow describe all the foods my feeder makes for me. Oh, she’s bringing out another round of cream cheese jalapeno poppers. Homemade, of course. My hands are tied to the comfortable lounge chair, giving easy access to my greedy mouth.

I eat all 8 poppers. Well, that’s one way to get vegetables...

I smell steaks coming next.

Mashed potatoes.

Grilled asparagus with butter and lemon!

All I have to do to earn this food is open my mouth, chew, and swallow. What a delicious life I have!

My feeder rubs my fat belly.

“Oh, my spoiled little piggy! What should I feed you next?”

She plays with my belly hang, grabbing it and dropping it against my legs.

“You have such a fat greedy belly, my piggy. Aren’t you full yet?” She asks, teasing, as she feeds me a bite of steak. I can taste the char on it.

“No, I am not full, my love. Keep it coming until I burst!” I reply. She laughs her beautiful, deep, sultry laugh and prepares another bite for me. I comply. I eat everything she puts in my mouth. How can I resist such a beautiful, smart, incredible woman?

She feeds me bite after bite, and slowly, I feel my stomach begin to fill. Grilled chicken tacos with chipotle sauce are next. Onions and cilantro on them, obviously. This is no mere trio of tacos; no, no. This is 8 tacos, one after the other, with cotija, sliced avocado, and hot sauce splashed on each one. I feel my stomach stretch to contain all 8 on top of the massive buffet of food I’ve already devoured.

“Oof,” I say afterwards. I burp loudly, making her laugh.

“Aww, is piggy getting full?”

I nod groggily. My lungs are fighting for space with my stomach inside me. She pulls up a chair and sits next to me, rubbing and massaging my guts to help them digest this massive intake of delicious foods. I burp again, making her giggle. The massaging is releasing gas trapped inside me, helping to make way for more food.

I am at my limit, when...

“Eat some ice cream, at least!” she pleads. Her pouting face is the cutest I’ve ever seen. I want to make her happy.

I open my mouth and allow her to fill my poor stomach with something sweet for a change. She empties the entire pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream inside me. My jeans button pops open and the zipper zips down on its own from the sheer pressure from my belly. My poor organs are begging for some sort of relief- I feel like a balloon pumped up to the max, waiting to burst at any time!

I struggle to breathe at this point. There is so much inside me that I have to arch my back to give my fat stuffed gut some more room!

She pats the rounded dome of my severely bloated belly.

“Looks like the tank is finally full,” she says with a mischievous smile. She pokes and prods my belly, testing to see where my flesh yields. My belly hang is still soft and fleshy. She grabs it with one hand and shakes it before kneading the fat with the same hand. I can’t quite catch my breath; I am still too stuffed! I moan in pleasure and pain. My guts groan as well as they try their hardest to process everything.

“But... maybe you could handle just one more bite...?” My feeder asks. I whimper and pant as I hold my belly on both sides.

“Urp... No more... please...” I plead.

“Too bad,” she says, and grabs my fat cheeks in her hand, forcing my mouth open. She pours a half a pint of melted ice cream down my throat. I am forced to swallow every drip if I do not want to choke!

My belly fills even tighter; I can just about feel my skin stretching! I moan in pain. I am too stuffed to even move.

I burp loudly. This pleases her. She drinks the rest of the pint herself and plays with my deep belly button.

“Aww, my poor pig. Well, you look more like stuffed fat hog right now. Look at you...” She jabs me in the fat of my lower belly with her slender, piano-playing finger and giggles cruelly. “You look ripe enough to slaughter, pig!” She grabs my tender, flabby breast and pinches my nipple. I wince, and feel something sparking between my legs...

I burp deeply and groan; My belly is at its limit. I see it stretched out before me, almost humorous in appearance as the round dome of the top of my belly blocks out my vision of the rest of my body. My belly resting on my lab constrains it even more.

She notices the look on my face.

“You’ve eaten yourself into a painful state, it seems. I know just how to make it all better...”

She gets on her knees before me, pulling down my pants. I can’t even see her at this point. She touches the soft, squishy insides of my thighs, spreading them apart as much as she can, and....



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