Under Pressure

Another installment of these two. This time, Gita overdoes it, & Tom does his best to help. Loved the situation, but didn’t really have the best ending in mind when I started. Think I came close. But again, I just like getting to see their relationship in these little snippets.

Some burping ahead, so I added a “Gassy“ tag, but you’ve been warned!

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There was no way she could move. Or even think about moving for that matter.

Fuck, she was so stuffed. Stuffed to the point where she could hardly even think straight. And while it maybe wasn’t the most comfortable position to find herself in, there was something so inexplicably hot about all of that too.

“That was just… incredible, Gi!” Tom loomed with a flabbergasted smile, cheering on her performance. He reached his hand out slowly towards her firm belly. The way she had sunk into the corner of couchspace, with her tights pulled down & her hoodie pulled up, the oh so tender tummy flesh stuck straight up, like a mountain with a curved peak. In her reeling state, it took Gita a second to register just how close he was getting. And she winced instinctively at first.

“C-careful!” She warned. “Please! B-be gentle!” Tom smiled a reassuring smile.

“Of course, beautiful!” After all, he was becoming something of an expert at this. He stroked its side with the softest, most caring graze. It was at that instant Gita realized it wasn’t just her imagination, when even his eyes widened at just how impossibly tight it felt. And even with that slightest contact? A reaction, as a deep gurgle slowly turned into a tiny burp as it worked its way out of her.

“Oh god,” she huffed. “There’s s-so much… going on in there right now.” She followed it up with a moan. “So… volatile. I think… I think that was a little… t-too much… even for me.”

“Baby, even if that’s the case? You did such a great job!” She shot a slight side eye his way, noticing how he sidestepped that acknowledgement of her reaching a limit, while still finding a way to heap on praise. As if to push her further next time. In someways, he was almost just as insatiable. But she decided she’d let it slide. For now. Even if only because she did appreciate the praise. She HAD done a great job. She was sure to put away all of it, even with the ludicrous amount. “Anything I can do to help?” Tom dutifully offered, brushing his palm delicately across her tight tummy once again.

“Haven’t you-“ She was cut off by a hiccup, undoubtedly caused by his touch. Still, Gita begrudgingly allowed a couple more glancing strokes. Letting the air out did help. Marginally. “… Done quite enough already?” She playfully admonished, gesturing towards the empty cardboard buckets & containers strewn across their kitchen. “Th-that was a meal that was supposed to feed eight!”

“Well six to eight,” he specified with a downplaying chuckle. “But you certainly showed them!” Gita’s lips curled again.

“I did… didn’t I?” Gita drifted back a little, a proud smile cutting into her round cheeks. “Ooooh.” She tensed, responding to an errant gurgle. Tom’s hand retreated. “I- I don’t think…” She stammered. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt… this close… to just… busting wide open!”

“C’mon!” Tom smirked. “Give yourself some credit! This ain’t your first rodeo. You’re goddamn pro at this point.”

“Naw,” Gita paused at an audible grumble. “This feels… different.” She exhaled sharply. “Either way,” She waved with a flapping, chubby hand she eventually let slump up against the couch back behind her head. She bit into her plump lower lip. “Something about it is… still… just… just… hot as fuck.” His smile strengthened.

“So I ask again,” Tom softly pressed, hovering his hand just above her navel. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Oh,” Gita bobbled with a soft laugh of her own. “Don’t you worry. As is… customary, of course I’m definitely going to need you to fuck my ever-loving brains out. I just- That was… so much.” Her own hand hovering an inch or so off it, afraid to rub it herself. “I’m going to need a minute here. Let something g-give. All that & you inside me? All at once? I’ll definitely pop for sure!” As turned on as he was, Tom tried his best to quell his excitement for a little longer.

“Sure,” he exhaled, the impatience poorly concealed. “How about in the meantime?” Almost as if on cue, her tummy heaved & let out an loud, almost inhuman grumble. Gita winced, huffing in an attempt to cope.

“Ooh… kiss it! Kiss it…” she commanded in sharp exhales.

“Kiss it?” The tenderness & sensitivity being the only things that made him having to be told twice.

“Make it… better.” Gita squinched. Tom tried to be just as delicate with his lips as he was with his hands. The globular surface was crammed so tight. It elicited another puff of air out of Gita. “Again.” She insisted, directing him a little more over to the side. “Oooh.” She huffed with a bit of relief. “And again,” she insisted, this time a bit lower down the curve, towards the underside of it. “Aw yes.” She hummed, loosing sight of him. “Keep going,” she instructed. “Lower still.” She bit her lip again as Tom seemed to get the message loud & clear. “Oooh. Ca-careful.” She winced uncomfortably as he tried to clasp at the lowered waist of her tights.

“Sorry,” head popped up to say, before disappearing back behind the other side of her protruding gut once again. He worked delicately to peel both layers of clothing off her lower half. A feat, given how much she stretched them out, even when she wasn’t stuffed to the brim. She feebly tried to lift her legs to help, but the concept of bending anything was out the window. All while he still intermittently still applied his lips to the underside of her belly. Then fupa. Then…

“Oohhhhhhhhoooouuhhhh,” Gita melted. “You’re… getting it.” She encouraged him.

“Is it working?” His head popped up again, playfully stalling. Purely to toy with her. “Is it making you feel a little better?”

“Shut up!” Gita impatiently insisted. “Keeee-eeep going,” she demanded. She very futilely tried to reach for him, to try to force his head back down. But again, there was no way she could bend. Or even think about bending. “Unnnnnppphhh” she huffed the instant he resumed. He was being very thoughtful, & taking things slow. As if he knew better than to shake her up right now, her belly almost as pressurized as a can of cola. On the other hand, there was something about her feeling that full. So full, that her belly wasn’t the only thing feeling extra sensitive to her at the moment. And that meant Tom didn’t necessarily have to do very much either to further stimulate. Like the tip of his tongue grazing the extremely tender spot he just so happened to graze. “Oh fffuck!” She winced reflexively, arching her back & snapping her thick, wobbling thighs shut. They constricted around his head instantaneously, but the flub undulating back & forth softly for a few seconds after from the impact, with a rocking not too dissimilar from ocean waves. If anything else caused this much force & impact to both his head & airways, Tom would most likely have been pretty bothered, or tried to struggle. But this? This, he seemed so willing to just take, relishing it, with a muffled sigh. “Oooph!,” Gita reeled self-consciously upon slowly releasing her clamp. At least after the delayed second it took her to realize what she had inadvertently done. “I’m sooo sorry!” She meant it genuinely, but couldn’t help but still temper it with soft, breathless giggles. Once again, Tom’s head popped up over the crest of her tight tummy. This time, a lot redder, his hair disheveled.

“No… No,” He waved off at first. “I… I deserved… that…” he grinned, catching up on oxygen with a few deep breaths.

“That & a whole lot more…” Gita bemoaned toyfully, letting her finger fall on her plump lip. ‘For filling me up so… so much.” A tummy sound cut in. “Stuffing me till I’m ‘bout ready… to burst. Leaving me… oof… so… so.. engorged, that I’m a practically helpless… orb of food.” She stopped heaping on the faux guilt to roll her head back & let out a soft moan. “It’s my only defense now, & you brought it upon yourself.”

“If it’s my time…” Tom playfully resigning himself to this particular fate. His head slowly lowered again. Gita cooed upon contact.

Now that she was fully moved in, this was how a lot of their nights went. Maybe not always leaving Gita this full, but always, quite often, she would find herself a little beyond capacity. Even as that capacity steadily seemed to be growing little by little too. In fact, from a cold, hard analytical perspective, she felt that on some level? Maybe she ought to be a little more concerned. Just by the frequency, & sheer volume of food.

It was in that very moment, Tom’s delicately caressing hands slowly worked their way up from her soft, wide hips to her tender, round belly, calling her back. Gita tensed & pensively shuddered at first. But he was careful to apply just the right amount of pressure. Just enough to make her swoon. Well, swoon, with a few added hiccups anyway.

It wasn’t his fault, how often they would spend nights like this. At least not entirely. Sure, he could be a little pushy at times, often in the moment, excited to see what or just how much she could put away. But never in an insistent or forceful way, where Gita wouldn’t be able to overrule. In fact, he was more often than not a sweetie, double checking how sure she was about the quantity before ordering, or ensuring she didn’t have to do it all in one go as they waited for the  delivery, or when she started to hit the wall. Enabler? Sure, but if tomorrow, Gita told him she wanted to slow things down, maybe even stop altogether? Gita was quite certain, like 99%, he’d reasonably understand.

No. More concerningly for Gita, the only thing standing in the way of them practicing a little more moderation, ultimately, was Gita. And it was then she had noticed Tom’s massaging hands slowly starting to apply a bit more pressure. Like they were trying to knead at soft tummy flub instead of the rock hard boulder of food baby. She winced, but with what his tongue continued doing, remained powerless.

She couldn’t deny it. Gita LOVED these nights of theirs. She loved Tom. Loved the delicious food, & how there was never any chance of her going hungry. Loved being served, being fed. Loved the intimacy. Loved being pampered after the fact. She had even grown to love the discomfort of an overstuffed gut, even if tonight had proven to be just a little too much. But even then, that last part about “this time proving to be a little too much” almost started to take on an almost deja vu quality. Something she knew she undoubtedly had before, but, at the moment, was just a little too full to properly the last instance. Or instances.

“Care… ful…” Gita attempted to whimper, feeling things becoming a little further pressurized by Tom’s firm stroking. “I don’t want to…buh… b-buh… ungh…He was probably too buried to hear her, because he didn’t seem to listen. She had begged softly, after all. But he didn’t relent. And uneasily, she could feel the gas start to build, knowing the result wouldn’t be good.

A lot like her love for nights like this. She knew exactly what the constant binging was doing. What it was leading to. She wasn’t oblivious to any of it. The way her rounder body was starting to make all the furniture creak. The way some of her new neighbors seemed to already notice. The way she would buy a new piece of clothing one size up & still end up just a little too big for it before she was ready to even wear it. Her already steady, substantial gains had only started to become even more rapid. And all because of her. Her monstrous appetite. Her lack of willpower. Her selfish desire to keep reaching this state of max capacity. She felt like such a greedy pig! Yet she also relished the feeling, so much. Still, a greedy pig couldn’t keep this sort of thing up forever…

Could she?

It was at that instant, Gita could no longer hold it back. The building gas had found its path, & a hellish, wall-rattling belch had worked its way out the depths of her, even causing Tom to pause. She sat there, still slouched, but with a mortified expression. How did that sound possibly come out of her?

“I’m SO sorry…” She winced, once again a little embarrassed about doing something she couldn’t help.

“Why?” An unphased Tom chortled, sounding almost practical. “I was trying to help you out & make some room.”

“Well, you did.” Gita admitted sheepishly. “It’s just… so… unladylike…”

“It’s adorable THAT is what you’re still so self-conscious about.” His kissed the crest of her belly, by her navel. It was still pretty tender, but much more manageable now. “I love your little burps.”

“Heh, little.” Gita scoffed. “What about the neighbors?”

“It’s not like that’s the last they’re going to hear from us tonight,” Tom winked devilishly. “Now that we’ve freed up a bit more space, you know?” Gita looked up at him with big doe eyes, cradling her stuffed belly between her hands.

“Actually…?” She teasingly stalled. She was half-serious though.

“Oh what now?” Tom frustratedly drooped.

“Since you were such a doll & did free up a little room, I am craving something a little sweet all of a sudden…”