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Belly Burger

Added 2017-07-30 06:31:26 +0000 UTC

Note: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.

“Eugh, I’m sooo hungry,” Iowa groaned aloud as she approached the only food establishment for miles. The sign read: Belly Burger.

A glance through the window made Iowa think that the restaurant was closed. The place was empty. But Iowa’s face lit up as she spotted a worker standing behind the counter as he stared off in boredom.

Iowa walked inside and looked at the menu. The establishment seemed to exclusively sell their signature beef sandwiches. Iowa absently twisted a lock of blonde hair around her finger. “Um, can I have a…belly burger? With an order of small fries, and a coke?”

In only seconds, a tray of food was being slapped down on the counter. Iowa lifted it and sat down at one of the tables. The burger was enormous and greasy, dripping streams of goey cheese. It didn’t look the healthiest, but Iowa was hungry enough to try it. She took a bite, and her eyes lit up.

It was delicious. In only moments, Iowa demolished the sandwich. Her stomach was tight, and gurgled, causing her to release a large belch. Her face reddening, Iowa covered her mouth. She didn’t know what it was about the burger, but Iowa found herself craving more. Her fries and soda left forgotten, Iowa quickly returned to the register. “Can I have t-two—no, three more?”

Iowa was stuffed by the time she got home, her usually slim abdomen now visibly bloated. Iowa barely made it to her bed before she collapsed, unconscious, a satiated smile on her face as she slept off her eating binge.

The next day, Iowa still could not stop thinking about those burgers. Iowa did an internet search, and was appalled to see that Belly Burger only had two stars and a variety of negative reviews. Dismissively, she clicked on the website, and was relieved to see that the restaurant delivered—but at a $10 fee. She supposed it would be worth it if she bought in bulk and saved some burgers for later. Iowa picked up the phone. “Hi, I’d like to make an order for delivery? Can I have ten belly burgers, extra cheese, and bacon…”

Iowa waited impatiently for the burgers to arrive. When they did, she quickly took the oil-dropping bags, stuffing some cash into the delivery boy’s hands. She then hurried off to the kitchen. Within an hour, she demolished all ten.

As the weeks went by, Iowa continued to order food exclusively from Belly Burger. Her stomach grew fuller and softer the more she binged. Iowa knew the burgers were making her fat, and yet she couldn’t stop eating them. It was like an addiction.

And it actually felt somewhat nice to have a little extra weight on her normally thin physique. Her belly was large and round now—her belly button even sticking out by then. She was beginning to look like she had a volleyball stuffed in her shirt. Her mound was soft, plump, and jiggly, beginning to protrude from beneath her T-shirts. It felt good to rub her hands against her swollen belly, especially after her burger-binges, when she was at her plumpest. It was soft and jiggly, bobbing as she walked around, and it really turned Iowa on—particularly when she glided her fingers over her navel, the mere sensation making her whole face go red. Iowa’s legs would tremble, and she could hardly make it to the toilet, before she found herself quaking with orgasm, seeping fluids, and massaging her belly even more.