Like a good girl, she has spent this entire evening dutifully gobbling up every single bite you have placed in front of her.
And it certainly shows. Right now, she’s all the rounder for it.
So much so, she’s currently ailing a little. That lustful grin she’s carried all the way from when she suggested having this little feeding session, now giving way to languid wincing, interrupted only by the occasional hiccup. That determined jaw of hers, after chewing through so much, now hangs a bit agape, slack, quivering a little to display her clear discomfort while still trying to breathe. She clenches her eyes shut while she pants sharp, measured breaths. And you suddenly become transfixed with the rhythm her turgid, reddened, overstuffed tummy rises & falls with each. It’s a shape so large & globular, you probably wouldn’t even initially recognize it as belonging to a human. At least not if you hadn’t witnessed this gorgeous young thing ravenously devour so much, in large part by your own hand, with your own eyes. Watch her put it all away so fervently. And now, that sheer volume of food had quickly caught up with her.
Up until now, she was like a machine, motoring through plate after plate. But sometimes, even machines need just a moment of down time.
You continue to watch her breathing through the ebb & flow of her throbbing belly, taking a certain pride in the way its come to dominate her whole figure. Watch it growing ever so slightly bigger somehow before receding again.
Right now, she’s really going through it. And you feel compelled to touch it. Rub it. Caress it. Massage it.
But you stop yourself.
On other nights, touching it without warning? After overfeeding her, when she was painfully full like this? You unintentionally upset her. Caused her to recoil, & jostle herself in very unfortunate ways. Ways she didn’t quite like.
You learned your lesson. To respect her wishes. And remind yourself that as probably needed as it must be right now for her, it’s also quite tender to the touch. So you’ll only do it should she ask. No reason to make her anxious. Or stress her out more in this condition.
But damn, do you wish she would ask you right now.
It’s balloon-like roundness just begging to be fondled. With the same sort of Siren’s call compulsion as stepping through thick virgin snow, or dipping a finger in a freshly opened jar of peanut butter. You’re desperate to feel through her ever growing layer of chub that makes everything so soft on contact, meet the density of her inner digestive system, firm & solid, deeper within.
Instead, sympathetically, you find yourself matching her breathing. As if it might somehow bring you close enough to share some of her burden.
Of course it doesn’t, but the thought should count for something.
But she’s not even looking, shuttering slightly as another soft hiccup pops its way out of her. And every part of her quakes precariously as it does.
Still holding her eyes shut, a loud, straining moan follows suit, meandering from between her plump but delicate, parted lips. Its volume a bit startling even to her. But you find it cute, the way she’s so preoccupied with not trying to explode right now, that she can’t even moderate such simple things as how loud she is.
She continues to wince & hiccup, pleading with you to simply give her “just a second.” Allow her enough time to catch her breath.
This was already always a given.
While you might start off evenings like this rather pushy, placing a shocking amount of dishes in front of her & hand feeding her bite after bite in rapid succession? You always drop the act & let her dictate the pace, the further things go. Especially when she’s so impossibly fully like this.
You sit back & simply watch her belly puff up again. Inhale. Exhale.
“I can- keep going-” She pants, catching your ear.
This persistence of hers is a bit new. A determination, sometimes even desperation, to continue past the point of common sense or even just good judgment.
These little feeding sessions seem like they’re effecting her in more ways than just that ponderous gut of hers. You don’t know why her brain is now suddenly compelling her to eat past the point of being utterly stuffed to the brim…
… but you’re certainly not one to complain.
In her panting stupor, she keeps trying to assure you she’s still game. Promises she can keep going. Keep herself from busting at the seams.
And you’re definitely eager for her to show you. But that belly of hers is awfully red. And awfully taut. Even making you just a bit reticent.
“Are you sure?” You inquire. “Keep going?” You use your firm voice, but want to provide her with one last out here. Just in case.
“I’ll even- let you- rub it,” she purrs, sweetening the deal, unclenching those hazel eyes of hers to bat her eye lashes. “Rub- my huge- -hic- gut.” But her expression squares, looking directly into my eyes. “I saw- that cake you had- thawing. In the back- of the fridge.”
“You saw that, did you?” You play coy, trying to maintain the role of the dominant one here, while fighting the fact that she’s 100% onto you. And that you’re putty in her hands.
Wait-
Speaking of hands, she did offer it up. And it’s one way to assert your control here.
With a careful, measured motion, you let her see you bring your hands to her tummy. There’s little she can do to protest as contact is made.
It’s not like before. She wants this now. Desperately. Her eyes clench again, her head rolls back, & the loud groan that comes out of her has notes of ecstatic delight. And as you slowly caress in initially soft, concentric circles, you note how it feels even firmer than you previously imagined. Feel every bit of the massive dinner you fed her as you slowly begin to apply just a little more pressure.
“Muh- m- more!” She instructs you, staving off moan, clamping her top teeth onto her bottom lip. And as you oblige, you swear you can feel room starting to be made. More hiccups come out of her, this time in more of a rapid succession. “This- isn’t gonna be an- -hic- everytime thing. I just- need it- right now.” She tries to convey. The bubbles leaving her still jolt her in a way she doesn’t seem pleased with, but each passing one brings its own modicum of relief. And each bit of a relief seems to help her become a little more human again, even if her swollen middle is still vaguely inhuman. “S- Izz- s’working-“ she gasps, the corner of her mouth curling into a little grin. “Buh- but- where’s- where’s the cake?!”
“Are you sure you still want to eat?” You doublecheck, having built your gentle caressing up into a vigorous massage. Her eyes roll back & she still struggles to get the words out. But you intercede, turned on by the way she commanded you to apply more pressure to your belly rubbing. “Tell me “More.”
“More!” She breathlessly pleads “More! I need you- to feed me more!”
“Are you sure though?” You toy with her. “It was kind of a big cake.”
“I- I don’t care-“ She strains, wincing from the belly rubs as more air escapes her & more room as made. Her eyes shut, cheeks red, her mouth agape. She seems to get hungrier again by the hiccup. And seemingly for more than just food. “I- I want it- all! I- need MORE!”
“Okay.” You abruptly unhand her swollen stomach. And in doing so, she recoils with a singular, sharp, ecstatic cry. “One chocolate cake, coming right up.”
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I had a sketch sitting in my WIPs for a while. I picked it up again as a warm up & things came together rather quickly. When I posted the preview, I was like a little less than an hour in which is fast for me. Anyway I liked her face & expression. And shape. Definitely her shape.
Originally I started giving her feathered 70’s hair on a whim. I liked it but the angle was weird for it, so I opted for something simpler. I might explore doing that in the future though. Still, ultimately, her head might be too small for her body, but as goofy as it might look proportionately, I think it only helps to make her gut look all the bigger. So I didn’t mess with it.
The vignette kinda came quick too, in my head as I was finishing the art. I kept going back & forth. Part of me wanted to add some burps but a lot of people were turned off by that other gassy variant I did a few days ago, & while I don’t do a lot of gassy stuff, I didn’t want to tag that here for burps. But if you wanna swap out some of those hiccups for burps, power to you LoL
She’s pretty straightforward in her general appearance, sorry if it’s a little uninspired, but I figured pajamas/knock-around-the-house stuff to fit the late night, end-of-feeder-session vibe of the vignette. When it comes to variations, I just cropped out the abstract background & provided textless versions. I wanted to try making a thumbnail for public consumption, & ended up with the kind of warmer color ‘filter’ look which I liked a little more than the original variations I had already kicked out. My own personal preference, so I opted for that, but included all the originals as well. I will probably do variants of her down the line too. I could see a good blueberry version come out of this line art, but honestly, I think she might accessorize with a hose for feeding quite nicely, maybe with a different accompanying vignette. But perhaps I’m getting a little too ahead of myself here, I already have so much other stuff to do.