what if I make you eat until you鈥檙e moaning and wrap a belt around your gut? I don鈥檛 care if it鈥檚 too tight. You鈥檒l hold it down and wait while I get off to the sound of painful gurgles rippling through your tight stomach as it panics from the squeeze.
I picture a tiny swallowing a melon seed by mistake, maybe a genetically modified cantaloupe or similar. The gobble up a piece, and seed slips on in, and settles into the stomach. It sprouts, and finally starts growing into another cantaloupe. It stretches the tiny to their limits - the hard and unripe fruit being heavy and solid, impossible to digest
I love plant preg!! Every day the poor tiny's tummy grows bigger and bigger, getting more and more flushed as it stretches to its absolute limit. The coating on the outside of the fruit keeps them from being able to break it down and digest it, so all the poor tiny can do is sit/lie there, helpless, letting out tiny, sweet-smelling burps from time to time, nothing more than a host for the cantaloupe. Maybe his keeper lotions up his belly every day to keep his prized pet from developing unsightly stretch marks, making the poor tiny wail and beg him to stop because his tummy is so sensitive when it's already stretched to bursting...
I wanna tie you to a chair by your arms and legs and make you starve all day, starting bright and early at 6am and going until late that night. I鈥檒l eat all my meals and snacks right in front of you, so close you could easily grab some food for that poor belly if only your hands weren鈥檛 tied. I鈥檒l blind fold you so your sense of smell becomes more dominant, and run hot foods directly under your nose so the smell rockets to your stomach. I鈥檒l lick, kiss and suck on your ravenous stomach; the growls are deep and hollow, the best kind. It isn鈥檛 until midnight that I finally take pity on you. I take off the blindfold for good, cup your face, and tell you how proud I am of you for being such a good girl. So proud, that you鈥檒l get to eat before we sleep. You鈥檒l feel so relieved, until I leave and return with a corset and order you to sit up straight. I鈥檒l maneuver it around your rumbling belly, telling you to lean forward so I can tie it. It won鈥檛 be until your third plate, you realize what I鈥檓 doing.
Hunger may be my favorite sweetheart, but a gurgling upset belly is nice on a rainy day. Let鈥檚 see what鈥檒l break first; the corset, or you?