Patreon Prompt 659

Prompt: Sabrina dreams of a hedonistic stuffing and belly-rubbing session with handsome psychic trainers, which slowly escalates into force-feeding against her will. In reality, her psychic power is attracting food in her sleep, and her potbelly is as taut and gassy as it is in her dream.

            It was something that Sabrina should have expected considering her less than stellar attempts at dating. Her slumber left her mind to focus on a scene of her at a buffet with a bevy of potential bachelors. Rather than the usual use of light conversation and wine, the trainers in her dreamscape decided that the best use of their time was by stuffing her with gourmet food.

Unable to deny the wish of her suitors, she allowed them to begin stuffing her face.

            Unbound by reality, Sabrina basked in the euphoria of getting to make a complete pig of herself. Greasy foods were shoveled into her mouth whenever she asked for it. Her swelling potbelly was caressed by gentle fingers to help with her digestion. Even the revolting gas she let loose couldn’t stop her feeling of euphoria or her harem of feeders. Just before the group could fully enjoy her overstuffed body, that was when she was thrusted out of her dream by her alarm clock.

            With a groan, Sabrina tried to slap her hand against the snooze button. While she did succeed in turning off the alarm, she also ended up rolling off of the bed thanks to her very real, bloated potbelly. As she hit the floor, her lips parted to let out an echoing BWWWWWOOOOOOOOORRRRRPPP. Looking through the haze of her grogginess and gas, she spotted the numerous empty food packages scattered around her. Subjected to a rippling PHHHHHRRRRTTT from her rear, she told herself that she either needed to gain better controls of her powers while she slept or at the very least remember to put a lock on her fridge.