Vertical belly
Added 2025-05-16 02:00:04 +0000 UTCAva lay flat on her back, arms splayed out, her legs dangling off the end of the bed. Her belly was enormous—bloated and packed so tight it stuck straight up from her torso like a dome. The skin stretched smooth and firm, pulled taut beneath her white shirt that had ridden up, now barely covering even half of her gigantic globe called a belly. Her jeans were unbuttoned, zipper halfway down, forced open by the sheer size of her gut.
Inside, her stomach churned violently. Wet, sloppy gurgles echoed through the room as the mountain of food she'd devoured shifted and sloshed. Every little movement sent another wave of noise through the overstuffed organ—glugs, bubbles, and squelching groans that made her wince.
"I think I overdid it," she breathed, eyes still shut, face flushed. But her sentence broke apart as her stomach let out a loud, sloshing surge, making her stutter and suck in a shallow breath. Her belly gave a sharp, rolling lurch, and another heavy, liquid sound followed, like a bucket tipping over from the inside. She could feel it all—the weight, the pressure, the food packed so densely it had nowhere to go.
She didn't dare move. Everything inside her felt like it was teetering on the edge, and the noises her gut kept making weren’t exactly reassuring. All she could do was lie there, belly firm as a drum, moaning softly while the chaos inside her played on.
