Brielance

Lacy walked into the cool restaurant, letting out a pleasant sigh as she felt the cool air brush against her exposed midriff. She was dressed in tank top and sweatpants, a comfortable and stylish attire that showed off her ample curves, and toned stomach. Noticing a few horny eyes turning towards her, Lacy smiled, knowing that after this next meal, many more would be on her soon enough. You see, Lacy hid a, to everybody else in the cheerleading club, a dark, terrible secret. She loved, just loved to stuff her belly until it was full and tight and bloated beyond belief. This would, of course be blasphemous, potentially career-ruining if this ever got out, which is why it was a secret. Thankfully, her metabolism, compared to most girls her age, was absolutely sky-high, so a few days of “rest and recuperation” was all her body really needed to get back to a reasonable figure. However, today was not going to be any ordinary stuffing session, as shown when Lacy walked confidently up to

Series Name: RWBY Pairing Used: Velvet Scarlatina/Coco Adel Themes Involved: Stuffing and Yuri Velvet honestly had no idea how it happened. She found a massive cake sitting on the kitchen table, looking and smelling so good that she thought it wouldn’t hurt for her to just eat a little bit of it. She used her finger and thumb to pluck off a small piece and put it in her mouth, shuddering out how good it tasted on her tongue. She thought it wouldn’t hurt to have another little bit, followed by another little bit and before she new it, the entire cake had moved from resting on the table to being stuffed into her belly. The sheer size of the cake made it so her stuffed belly looked like she was 40 weeks pregnant with twins, her belly so massive that it stuck out completely exposed as there was no way for her shirt to reach over her belly the way it was now. Even after washing her face and cleaning up the mess she left behind, there was no way she could hide her belly from Coco who

"You did WHAT?!". Lacy's shrill voice echoed off the walls of the dance room, causing the target of her rage to cower in fear. "I...I'm sorry, Lacy! I didn't mean to forget!". He stammered out, tears of fear and guilt welling up in his eyes. To celebrate Mother's Day, Flowerfield's drama club was slated to present an engaging and entertaining yet educational play on the difficulties of motherhood. Being the ace of the club, Lacy had the most crucial role of the pregnant mother that would be prominently featured throughout the play. They even had a convincing silicone belly that they borrowed from the Home Economics Club, and were even Everything was perfect. Nothing could've gone wrong for her. Which is why, of course, something went wrong. Dan, the club president who everybody referred to as Mr Alzheimer's, forgot to bring the fake belly with only three hours left to the performance. Though it was not a big issue, Lacy was still livid that Dan had managed to screw such a simple

Fetish themes of pregnancy, stuffing, and expansion. If you're into that, enjoy! This is my first story so go easy on me. Hope you like it! ------ "Ding Dong" Brian hated door to door selling, but every year, his high school football team did a fundraiser by selling baked goods door to door in his neighborhood. He towed behind him a wagon filled to bursting with pies and cakes and cookies. He hadn't any luck with selling so far. Either no one was home or they weren't interested. His mind wandered as he waited for someone to answer the door. Just as he was about to give up and go to the next house, the door opened. And there standing in front of him was a beautiful woman with one hand on her hip and the other on a huge pregnant belly. She looked like she could go into labor at any moment. She was wearing a tight floral maternity dress that tightly hugged her wide hips, large breasts and large belly. Brian had to take a moment to compose himself as he took in the woman standing in front of him. He always had a pregnancy fetish but had always been embarrassed and had never told anyone about it. Now the woman in front of him looked like every fantasy come to life. "Hello," the woman asked with a pleasant and curious tone. "What do you want?" Brian stammered, "I'm selling baked goods to support the high school football team. They're all homemade." He hoped his nervous tone wouldn't give away his attraction to the woman and would be masked by the nervousness that comes with door to door sales. Hearing this, the hand on her belly absentmindedly began rubbing the huge sphere. "I do like sweets..." she said, her voice trailing off as she looked past Brian to his loaded wagon packed with goodies enough for the whole neighborhood. She paused for a moment, deep in thought. "I'll take everything you have." "Everything?!?" Brian gasped. He has assumed he'd be selling all day before he even made a dent in his stock. "I have a... uhhh... a family reunion coming up and this will be perfect for it," she said. "Start bringing everything into the kitchen and I'll get cash for you." Brian began to unload the stacks of pies and sweets and brought them into the woman's kitchen. By the time he was done the stack of goodies was taller than he was. "That'll be $500," he said after counting the items in the stack. "My, my. I think my eyes may have been bigger than my wallet." She counted out a stack of bills. As she reached the end of her counting, she slowed down, as if in deep thought. "There's an extra $100 in it for you if you feed everything to me." Brian nearly had to pick his jaw up off the floor. He felt his sweatpants get tight. This beautiful pregnant woman had offered to pay him for something he would have done for free. "I thought you said these were for a family reunion?" "Of sorts..." she said. "I'm having triplets and theyre overdue. I'm trying everything to get them out of me and I've tried everything. I figured if I just indulge all my cravings and stuff myself the babies will have nowhere to go but out. So are you in? I'll need your help to feed me." Brian gulped. He tried to hide his excitement. "I'll help." "I thought you might say yes," she said, her eyes darting down towards Brian's tightening pants. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a giant serving spoon, handing it to Brian. She then sat down on a nearby chair. She spread her legs out wide, and her belly was large enough to rest between her legs on the chair. Her hands began to more quickly rub and caress her huge belly as she eagerly awaited the first bite. Brian opened the first pie box and scooped out a huge serving onto the spoon. The scoop had to have at least two whole slices and 1000 calories of decadent French silk pie. His hand shook nervously as he brought the spoon to her open mouth. As it approached, a large glob of whipped cream fell off and landed on the top of her belly with a audible plop. She ignored it, focused on the food in front of her. She bit down as the spoon reached her mouth, and more whipped cream falls, this time into her tantalizing cleavage. She moaned with pleasure at the explosion of flavor in her mouth. Her hands rubbed her belly as the pie made it's way to her awaiting stomach. Her belly moved as a kick signals that the babies enjoy the pie too. Brian enjoyed this. He scooped out another spoonful of pie, this time larger than the last. The pie was more than halfway gone just from the two spoonfuls. Just as she swallowed the first the first massive bite, the second followed, filling her mouth with sweetness. She again moaned with pleasure at it hit her taste buds. If Brian closed his eyes, he'd have a hard time knowing if the sounds of her pleasure came from a more explicit feeling. In just a few moments, the first pie was gone. Brian looked at the woman who he'd just met. He didn't think he'd seen anything more beautiful. She sat with her eyes closed, rubbing her huge belly. Brian swore it looked bigger than when he first arrived. He looked over at the remaining pile of treats. There had to be at least 10 pies left, not to mention the cookies. Was she really going to eat them all? "More," she firmly stated, her eyes still closed. "I need more." She sounded determined. Brian opened a second pie box. This one disappeared even faster than the first into her seemingly endless stomach. Her resolve to stuff herself seemed to grow stronger the more she ate. She shifted in the chair as her body adjusted to the new weight in her belly. It had grown a few inches in each direction. "More." Brian obliged. He was shocked, fascinated, and incredibly turned on by what he was witnessing. The next half an hour was a blur. She ate pie after pie, growing larger and larger as each calorie-filled treat disappeared into her belly. Each bite was accompanied by a moan or whimper. She constantly rubbed her growing belly as the babies within it kicked up a storm. As the stuffing progressed, her body accumulated lots of bits of pie on her belly, breasts, and face. She looked a mess. She didn't seem to mind, however. She continued to run her hands over her growing body, spreading bits of pie crust and whipped cream over it's entire globular surface. The only time she ever acknowledged Brian was to request more food. The further they went on, her requests became more demanding. Her tone became firm. Brian didn't mind. He happily obliged. Soon enough, however, a "More," could not be granted. The pies were gone. "I'm sorry," Brian said. "The pies are gone. I still have cake or cookies though." "Cake," the woman panted out. "I need cake." Her breathing was labored and the new weight in her belly pressed against her lungs. Her belly had gotten so large, it shot past her spread knees and was big  enough to push against the dining table, where previously it was easily a foot away from her original size. The width of her belly had grown just as much, and it now was wider than her considerably wide hips. Brian opened the box of cake, and the smell of buttercream frosting hit his nostrils. As he was about to scoop out the first bite, he was stopped. "Wait." She said. "I want to do it myself." She reached out with her greasy, dirty hands and took the box from Brian. It was the first time her hands left her belly since they started. She placed the box on her belly, using it as a table. She dug in with her hands, scooping heaping portions into her mouth. She somehow devoured it even faster than the pies. With his role now replaced, Brian realized that she had abandoned her role as chief belly massager. He pulled up a chair behind hers and sat down, reaching his arms around her and massaging the sides of her massive belly. She moaned at his touch, clearly desiring the feeling of her belly being rubbed. It was firm, smooth and warm. It was far too big for him to reach the front of her belly. Whether she needed it to calm the babies or her stomach, the woman whimpered and moaned as Brian's athletic hands felt all around her food-stained belly. They proceeded like this through all 5 cakes. Every time she finished one, Brian would replace the box on her belly with a fresh cake and would return to his post rubbing her belly from behind. Her belly had grown enough in height that by the last cake that she could reach the cake without needing her hands. She simply tilted her head forward and stuffed her face full of cake as the box sat on her gargantuan belly. Her hands having been free up also returned to rubbing her belly, smearing cake and frosting all over her. The two's hands met as they rubbed her belly together. She grabbed Brian's hand and gave a firm squeeze, as if to say "Thank you."  All the while she continued to eat, hands free, moaning as she did. As she reached into the box for the last bite of cake, her dress made a audible "riiiiiiip" noise as it torn down the center of her belly. Clearly it had not been designed for a belly like hers. She finished the last bit and tossed the box aside victoriously. 10 pies and 5 cakes had all disappeared inside her belly over the course of two hours. She sat with her back arched to support the ample new weight of her huge belly jutting out 4 feet in front of her, as round as a yoga ball. It had doubled from it's previously impressive size. It shook and churned as the babies absorbed the calories and grew larger and stronger within it. The dress that once hugged her curves so well was torn and stained by the food that has been dropped and smeared all over it. Her face and chest was equally covered in cake and pie. There was probably an entire slice's worth buried between her ample cleavage. And yet, Brian has never found himself more attracted to someone. She paused and breathed with labored breaths as she paused to reflect on what she has accomplished. "Do you think it worked?" Brian asked. "Has labor started?" She signed, and grabbed a nearby stack of napkins to wipe herself off. "No," she said, feeling dejected. "I don't think it worked." She attempted to stand, but her center of gravity had changed so much that it took a considerable amount of effort to bring herself to her feet. The chair creaked and groaned and she stood. She reached down to the tear in her dress and pulled it, ripping it completely off of her. With how tight it was and how big she was, there was no other way it would have come off in one piece. She stood in her bra and panties before Brian, her massive belly rubbing up against him. "That didn't work," she said, "But rough sex just might..."