Belly Burger III

Note: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.

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Over the next few days, Iowa continued to stuff her face with various foods, though nothing could seem to provide her with the sensation of fullness that belly burgers gave her, no matter how much she ate. It left Iowa with a feeling of emptiness, and so she ate more and more, to no effect.

Iowa had taken to sleeping in the nude lately, her sheets thrown off of her plump body. Getting dressed one day, she pulled a shirt over her abdomen, and shuddered. The sensation of the material dragging over her protruding pink navel made her legs quaver and her face flush. Breathing, Iowa headed over to her bureau to grab some shorts, but the continued rubbing on her navel was just too uncomfortable. Iowa quickly tore off the shirt, and gently cupped the sides of her mound. She walked to her closet and tore a belly-shirt off a hanger.

Over the next few days, Iowa continued to wear crop tops, or occasionally bandeaus and bikini tops, unable to tolerate the sensation of clothes on her unusual belly. Sometimes people stared at her when she walked about town, with her round belly gently bobbing, though Iowa hardly noticed. Her belly remained roughly the size of a basketball. She continued to frequent various restaurants and burger shops in her continued search for something filling.

On her way home from one such outing, Iowa noticed a large package on her front porch. She lifted it with some awkwardness, before entering her house. When she opened it, her face lit up in shock. The box was cram-packed with belly burgers, each individually wrapped in plastic. There was a type-written note atop them, that read:

To our best customer.

Thank you for your support these past few months.

-Belly Burger

Iowa hardly finished the note. She was salivating. She quickly ripped the plastic wrapping off the first burger, and began to tear through it ravenously. She didn’t even bother to warm them—they weren’t cold, but lukewarm. Iowa stuffed down one burger after the next, chewing minimalistically, and nearly choking on a few occasions. But she didn’t care. She could feel herself filling up the more she ate, and she was addicted to the sensation of it.

Finally, Iowa was stuffed and moaning, as she lay back on the floor, contently rubbing her bloated mound. The carpet around her was littered with plastic wrappers and the occasional leaf of lettuce, though little else had escaped her mouth.

A sated smile spread over her face, Iowa heaved herself upright with some difficulty, her belly dropping into her lap. As she climbed to her feet, she grimaced slightly, noting how bloated and warm her belly now felt. She cupped the underside of it, and headed to her bedroom to take a nap.

But over the next few days, Iowa noticed that the bloated feeling in her belly had not gone away. In fact, is increased, and it was an…interesting sensation of tightness. The warmth within her had intensified, and the insides of her abdomen felt strangely…sloshy somehow.