Belly Burger V

Note: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.

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Iowa could not decide if she preferred Fred’s hand massaging her belly or feeding her decadent snacks. He alternated between the two, but it almost wasn’t enough. During Iowa’s brief reprieves from his feedings, she made sure to stuff her mouth on her own.

The sensation of his calloused hands massaging her belly left pulses of pleasure tingling through her uncomfortably bloated midsection. Iowa squirmed somewhat in her spot between Fred’s legs, feeling tight and burdened somehow. Fred was happily reaching for another cake, but she took his hands, and returned them to her gut. She released a long sigh as his fingers stroked her belly up and down, then began to lightly circle the darkened skin around her navel.

Iowa blindly grasped around on the shelf before her hand closed on a large bag of pretzels. She continued to eat with purpose, stuffing handfuls into her mouth. She momentarily squeezed her eyes shut when her protruding belly button began to burn. It was strange and uncomfortable, and yet it felt right somehow. “Yess…oh Fred,” she groaned, arching her back, and pushing her belly button harder into her palm.

Fred flicked the nub, and she released a sharp wail, nearly choking on the chunks of pretzel still in her mouth.

The burning intensified, her belly quavering as Iowa shuddered beneath the cumulating pleasure, discomfort, and…anticipation? Her abdomen was full of that intensifying heat, and it was peaking beneath her navel in such a strange and satisfying way. “Mgghhhhh…” she groaned, and she could swear her belly was visibly swelling. She squirmed some more, not knowing whether she wanted to get up or sit still, just that something was happening. Fred’s fingers lightly glided over her navel, and she swore under her breath. “F-Fred…” she stammered, her loins tingling with warmth, and she knew that she was sopping wet by then. She squeezed his thigh as she gasped out, “I think I’m going to—”

Another flick of her navel threw her over the edge. Her back arched and her belly quavered as waves of hot pleasure shot from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes, and then back again. But it grew and grew, Iowa’s eyes shooting open as the pain returned and intensified in her flushed belly button. “Ohhhhh…” Something seemed to push out of her. Her hand flew to the underside of her gut as something warm splashed free, then rolled lazily down the underside of her mound to eventually wet her hand.

“Shit,” Fred hissed in amazement.

Iowa’s eyes shot down.

A thick white fluid was leaking out of the dimple in her bulging navel. It was viscous, her belly button throbbing consistently as more and more of it was forcefully pushed through. It almost looked like very thick…milk. And in consequence, her belly suddenly no longer looked like a belly at all, but instead a large and bloated…well, a breast.

Iowa’s breath caught in her throat as she continued to stare at herself. Fred was excitedly muttering something in her ear, but she couldn’t hear any of it. She could only gawk in horror at the white fluid pooling between her legs as she recognized it for what it was.

It was the Belly Burger secret sauce.