It's All Hydraulics, Really

It is a very simple procedure. Fill the corpora cavernosa with blood, and keep it there, and you produce an erection. However, the wonders of the body never cease to amaze me, and I am fascinated (not to mentioned turned on) every time this bit of magic occurs.

I have been to various body modification sites where all manner of rings, barbels, or other hardware is attached somehow to the penis. I must admit though, that this is not for me. I just find that this area of me is too sensitive to even consider having anything there pierced; I'd be chicken to have an ear done, so don't even suggest my cock.

Another self-modification that fascinates me (but again, I wouldn't attempt), is scrotal infusion, where most usually a saline solution (though other materials are sometimes used) is injected into the scrotal sac by use of a needle, and the result is that the scrotum swells to contain this liquid. After a certain time period, the liquid is absorbed into the body. However, some pictures I've seen show an incredible amount of growth, with the penis perched above a hugely swollen scrotum. I must admit, the idea of the sensation appeals to me, but my life situation gives me neither the alone time or medical skills necessary to attempt such a thing. If you've read any of my earlier stuff here, you'll know that a particular masturbatory scenario of mine is to surround my penis with warm water and pressure on it, producing a hands-free erection and orgasm. This is associated with my quick pregnancy/inflation/belly fetish, although one can argue that it's a chicken and egg issue, since I really don't know which precipitated the other. Scrotal infusion would be a very real way of seeing this happen in real life, though with my luck, something would go wrong, and I'd hit a blood vessel instead of the sac itself. But I do think about it. The idea of having this full, tight, swinging sensation between my legs and propping up my erect cock is an exciting one. But, one I'll get through other means right now, thanks.

Finally, there is the idea of penis pumps and cock rings in my personal experience. I have been thinking about getting a pump for a while now, though it would be more for the masturbatory experimentation and orgasm then any particular need for penetration. I have used rings off and on over the years, and their start for me came when I first found that using a rubber band when I hit puberty around the base of my cock took my erection to a whole new level. I had to find just the right size band, and took care to make sure only to leave it on for 30 minutes or less during a session. Once I learned the great life lesson that other guys actually enjoyed this too, and that there was something called a cock ring that I could buy to use in my fun, I moved up from my home-brew solution. But, I do admit, I have been know to revert back to my teen years when I find myself in a situation where I want to play, but no rings are to be found. Rubber bands are just so darn ubiquitous; there's always one around when you need it.

The rush of blood to the organ is always arousing, of course. When having a usual erection, the cock fills and stands up straight at attention. Orgasm occurs for me, then all goes back to normal. Using the band/ring, the situation is different. The blood fills, and then just keeps on packing it in. Whereas some blood will always leave a simple erection, using a ring keeps this blood in. As a result, my cock gets big(ger). OK, huge. So much so that it sometimes has a hard time pointing straight up, and falls over to one side or the other. Take my fetish preference, and here's a setup for fun. With myself swollen to huge proportions, I slip on a pair of bikini briefs, and pack myself in. There's only two directions to point myself -- straight up or straight down. I usually opt for up. The bulge is, of course, noticeable, but the confinement in the tight space is what drives my wild here. Often, pointing straight up like this, I simply have no room inside the brief for the tip, and my cock will end up sticking out of the waistband. Sometimes this can be used to advantage as well, as I can then pull down the waistband to the base of my cock, trapping a bit more blood, and allowing my cock to then sway down in front of me. The effect is quite fun to see. Move side to side, and my cock takes just a second or two more to make the journey. The full feeling as it slaps against first one thigh, and then the other, feels good as well.

Orgasm again is different between the methods used to achieve erection for me. A regular erection results in a full flow of semen as it leaves me; using a ring or band, the orgasmic feeling is more intense, but the flow is smaller, due to its being trapped to an extent by the band. To increase this volume, I can remove the band before the orgasm comes; sometimes time just doesn't allow it. After an erection without a band, recovery time is pretty quick. The swelling in my cock goes down, everything returns to normal. Using a ring, removing it after orgasm tends to (for me) leave more blood than normal in my cock, and so the erection is semi-hard for a longer period of time, sometimes for 20 - 30 minutes or so. This makes multiple sessions possible when I'm up for it.

As long as proper precautions are taken, this remains a wonderful release for me. I am always careful never to go too long on time with a band on. 30 minutes is the absolute limit. I don't want to have any blood vessels burst on me. But, in the long run, filling and refilling the penis this way does lead to a bit of lengthening, as new blood vessels are formed inside to handle the increased volume. I've noticed this over time.

And who said that working out had to be a pain?

The One-Piece Suit

We had been living together for about two years when I approached her with the idea. She knew of my preferences, and we had some wonderful sex where she would talk about being heavily pregnant, but when I came up with the idea for her involving the one-piece bathing suit, she took right to it, like...well, like a fish to water, I suppose.

I told her my story of how I had used a plastic bag underneath a shirt (and sometimes tucked inside sweats as well) to simulate a pregnant belly, with the resulting warmth and pressure on my cock providing a mind-blowing orgasm. She was fascinated. She said it seemed a natural progression, from talking about it in bed to play-simulating it. She was open to just about anything when it came to different ways of getting us off. This one looked like it just might work.

When it comes to the building up the anticipation, nothing beats drawing out the planning stage. She waited until the weekend to ask if I wanted to go out with her clothes shopping, casually tossing out the nugget that, since she had really grown out of the last bathing suit she owned, that it would probably be a good idea to get a new one. Did I want to come? Of course, the joke here writes itself.

We got into the car and traveled out to the sports specialty shop. When we got to the Aquatics section, she made the effort to browse the swim goggles and fins, noting out of the corner of her eye my reactions as she seemed not the least interested in heading over to where the suits were sold. At last, possibly sensing my increasing agitation, she shot an "easy, boy" at me, and sauntered over to have a look. She took her time, tsk-tsking over the fact that a bikini might be nice as well, but not particularly practical for this application. She got to the one-piece racks, and looked for more than a few minutes. It was fun to see her put such an effort in to the purchase. And she saw me chuckling as she tested various suits, tugging the front of the material as if to test how far it might indeed stretch on her at the mid-section. Finally, with a wink, she picked up a blue number with a diagonal silver stripe coming from the left shoulder down to the right hip. We headed home, she taking particular pains to point out that maybe it wouldn't be big enough in the middle, maybe the seams wouldn't hold, and so on. I could barely get comfortable in my seat, as my erection seemed to keep getting in the way.

Once home, she took pity on me and expressed interest in trying out the new toy. She headed into the bedroom, me close on her heels, to change. I took the opportunity to get comfortably naked. Nude before me, we embraced, her whispering into my ear "honey, I have to admit, this is turning me on something awful", and she guided one of my hands down to her mound, and her fur was wet to the touch. I kissed her back hungrily, then she pulled out the suit, removed the tags, and slipped it on. Sure enough, there was a bit of a gap at the waist. "That's your area of expertise", she said simply. Then, before she led me off to the bathroom, she looked me deep in the eyes. "Fill me up". I promised to try.

She sat down on the side of the antique claw-footed tub, and I went and got a bag to use. Coming back, we tucked it inside the suit, with the open end of the bag gathered together just at the neck. We tested the water temperature by running the shower for a few seconds, getting it just to body temperature. Then she settled herself down into a lounging position, and rested her head against a folded towel behind her head. Finally, we removed the showerhead and its hose from its bracket, and tucked it inside the neck of the bag. Finally, she twisted the open end around the hose a few times, and I secured it with a twist-tie. She was ready to go. I pulled up a chair and scooted over right next to the side of the tub, giving her arm's-length access to my erect self. She asked if I wanted to do the honors, or should I. I told her to go ahead. She reached up and behind herself, and turned on the shower.

It took a second for the warm water to run the length of the hose and out the showerhead. Then it was in her, filling her. We could hear the water gurgling as it merrily ran down to the bottom of the bag, pooling at the bottom right between her legs. She smiled slowly. "I like it," she said. I could see where her wetness had already started soaking the material between her legs. I reached down with two fingers, inside of the suit, and rubbed her clit for a few seconds...she sighed in an approving way. Then more water started to fill her.

The lycra in the suit took her suddenly burgeoning middle in stride, and began to round her out. She spread out a bit to the sides, and she took her hands and held her new belly from below, smiling and giggling as it grew. She bounced it from below a few times, and the satisfying slosh it made was cute and sexy.

After a few minutes, the water had gotten to a point where it was now filling out the built-in bra cups. She said that the sensation of the warm water over her nipples was heaven. I reached over to run my fingers around them a bit, playing with them the way that she liked when we played. She moaned with pleasure. Her belly had now filled out quite a bit in the front, and she wanted to readjust her position in the tub. She leaned forward, and her belly filled out in front of her, almost reaching to her knees. She crossed her legs underneath her, and sitting this way, her belly floated all around her, covering over the sides of her hips and her bent knees. She was now all belly. I told her how close I was to coming, and she obligingly told me to turn off the shower, as she could not now reach it easily herself. I strained forward to reach it, then settled back. She masterfully stroked my cock back and forth, and leaned to the side enough so that she could take me into her mouth. As the explosion built inside me, she suddenly released her hold on me, and slowly pulled me out of her mouth. "Hold that thought, sugar. Haven't you always wanted to come on a pregnant woman's big ol' belly?" I nodded, and was ready to go, right now. "Hang on, can you? I want to do one last thing for you." I was on the verge, but took a minute or two, measuring my breathing, until the urge to come passed. I was still hard as a rock. "Ready baby?" she asked. Ready, I said. She held my cock again in her right hand, and snaked her left around her back and up above her, to grasp the faucet handle one more time.

She turned it on, then threw it all the way over to the strongest flow.

As the water roared inside her, filling her out so impossibly round that I thought that suit would burst every last seam right there in the tub, I heard the roaring in my ears as well. Her breasts were ballooning crazily, and she sat up with her back straightened, and watched herself expand to the point where her belly actually shuddered under the force of the water. She covered fully half the tub's length now. She stroked and pointed my cock right dead center at that belly.

"Now, lover. Now."


EE

An Open Post To The Feedees

Hi. You don't know me, and that's fine. However, you may find yourself a bit similar to me. If you have been searching Google or Technorati or some other engine for words like "feedee" or "belly", you may have come across this blog. Wonderful! Come on in; I've got very comfy places to sit.

The reason I called you by today is to give you a restful place. Looking around at all the Blogger and MySpace and LiveJournal pages out there, there is no shortage of men and women coming to realize that they have a singular fascination with themselves, their belly/bust/hips etc., and their weight. Only this is not a bad thing for you; this is something to celebrate. Wonderful! This space, ExplorEros, is safe space. If you look around a bit, you'll see a few stories I've written over the years, most posted on Dimensions Magazine's online repository; others I wrote for various private feeder/feedee newsletters. However, there was a reason I eventually got out of it, and it was the exploitation of the feedee that I saw around me. Well, on many of the online journal sites, I see it happening again, so I wanted to post about it, letting you know that I know it happens, and understand how you may feel.

Now this post is mainly for the younger folk who have recently decided to explore this fascination with themselves online. You may have felt for many years that you were crazy, that you were the only one in the world who felt this way about your belly, how it looks and feels to you, and how it feels when it's filled, or maybe when you put your clothes on around it. Well, you of course are not alone in this, and welcome to the online world! As many of you have found, there are many communities around the web that are there to help you feel a sense of connectedness to others who feel as you do. Bravo! You're on your way to really exploring this part of yourself.

But, the downsides are there as well. This part goes out to the women reading this. You will find that the feeder community will welcome you, and then some of the males will try to smother you. Being a female online is hard enough, with all the propositioning that you must endure from time to time. Add a particular focus on something a male feeder finds a fascination with -- your belly, or an interest in feeding it -- and things may get scary for you very quickly. You may be deluged with email from men who will hound you for photos of yourself (more specifically, your belly), ask you to go on your webcam with them, ask no other questions than how much you currently weigh -- and then remain silent when you want to engage in just friendly conversation outside of these areas.

Now, notice that I didn't say that any of this fascination about yourself is wrong, or that the increased communication is unwanted -- the sense of validation you receive when you become part of a shared experience is fantastic. I myself have a particular appreciation for enlargement fantasy; just look around this blog. However, I also want you to know that there are folks out there who exist solely to prey upon men and women (though much more on women)to accommodate their need to get off on this part of you, without necessarily caring about the *entire* you. This is exploitation. This is not fun. And I know it exists.

So, just as there are bad, manipulative folks out there, there are plenty of wondeful individuals who will encourage you to explore this part of yourself. And so, now that I've given my warning to you, what can you do here instead to celebrate this part of you?

Well, I'd like to feature you on these pages. For each person willing to share a bit about themselves, I'd love to have you send me an email, to explore.eros@gmail.com, and in it, tell me about how you first discovered this fascination with your body, your feelings at the time, and what excites you about it now. If you want to send along a photo to accompany the story, that's fine, or you can certainly leave it out. I also want to make all this safe for you by keeping it as anonymous as you'd like. If you don't wish me to share your online name, or email, just let me know. As I receive them, I'll post them as time permits. If you were asking me, I first discovered my belly fascination with a combination of pregnant relatives, and the realization that stuffing things down below felt really good; but you can read that elsewhere on this blog :) Tell me your favorite ways to feel full these days (they don't always have to be food!) ;) ...tell me whatever you'd like to share. And then see what happens when you realize that you are part of a larger community, and that some folks really are here to celebrate you, as they celebrate themselves.

I hope this post finds you well, in love (or lust), and looking to find out more about you while you share your story with others.

EE

Stuffing Time

It was while she was getting ready to stuff her turkey for her holiday feast that she got the idea. The bird was a beauty, a 25-pounder that would prove to be just a wonderful centerpiece to her holiday dinner. She lived alone, and preferred it that way...at least, most of the time. She occasionally wished for some companionship, male or female, that could appreciate her for who she was, and her views on what excited her sexually. And then there was the feeding...she had always been comfortable with her body, and it fit her just fine. At 5'5", short brown hair, blue eyes, she looked like a compact yet soft bundle of energy...except for her belly. That was her crowning glory, that which she took the most pride in. She found out early on in her life that, when she gradually began to put on weight in her early adolescence, it almost all tended to settle in her belly region. At first, she was not sure if she would like it that way, as she imagined problems fitting clothes, getting dates, and other worries of other normal teenage girls. But then, after a few relationships that went nowhere for her, emotionally or mentally, she decided that she was her own best friend, and could get along just fine without any personal attachments. Well, except for her cat, Ophelia, that is.

Her life and adventures as a feedee had always been a private issue for her, and, although it certainly became public when she went out into the outside world, her body shape was of her design, and the extremes she sometimes went to in filling it out were her business alone. She loved to get comfy at home, preferably in bed, spread her legs apart to allow for expansion, and then start filling herself with food. She currently possessed a 54" belly, almost all out front, and she loved feeling that familiar euphoria as the hormones would kick in as she would stuff herself, slowly, with each taste of food. Soon she would feel her tummy filling out, and it would be all pleasure from there. Ah, the life of a feedee...

Her attention was drawn back to her project at hand. She had been preparing the stuffing mix for her bird, and noticed that it used a new kind of bread for the stuffing. With everything going miniaturized and concentrated these days, like laundry detergents, it's a wonder it took this long to get to food, she supposed. According to the instructions on the side of the package, only a minuscule amount of the breadcrumbs were needed to stuff a relatively large turkey. It seemed that, when water was added to the bread crumbs, they would swell over twenty times their original size with water and turkey juices, producing a perfectly stuffed turkey with a minimum of effort. A small fire had been lit then in some dark recess of her mind, and she could feel the flame begin to burn into a white-hot pinpoint of sexual energy within her. She arched her eyebrow without really thinking about it, and kept looking between the stuffing box, and the turkey. Then the bread crumbs in the bowl, and the box. Absently, she rubbed her belly through the stretchy workout jumper that she loved to wear, because it provided form-fitting snugness with no constriction, allowing her belly to move where it wanted to. She left the turkey right where it was on the counter, along with all the fixings in their respective bowls, put her coat on, and left for the grocery store. Ophelia had all she could do to keep herself from devouring the turkey where it stood on the counter.



When she returned some forty minutes later, she had just about bought out the store's supply of the stuffing mix. She remembered the details only vaguely, as her sexual flush was beginning to dominate her thinking more and more. She did remember telling a distinctly nosy clerk that she worked for the local homeless shelter and that she needed all the stuffing mix to prepare meals for them all. She also vaguely swiping her ATM card through the reader at the checkout, and driving home with her new treasure. But now that she had returned home, the turkey on the countertop would just have to wait. She quickly pushed all of her meal items out of the way, and took out the bulk family-sized boxes of stuffing mix out of her grocery bag. She avoided the requisite bags of seasoning mix, as she wasn't interested in any of the spice. She proceeded to place a few bags of the magic, tiny breadcrumbs in a mixing bowl, then beat them and mashed them and disintegrated them into a fine powder. She was amazed at how far she could actually reduce their bulk. What was apparently the amount necessary to stuff a 20-pound turkey ground down to only about a quarter cup when she was done. Oh, this would do just fine, she thought...just fine indeed. She kept adding bags of breadcrumbs, and kept grinding.



An hour later, she was prepared. What had been a flurry of activity, what with the tearing off of boxtops, and the grinding of the breadcrumbs, and the pouring into an ever-filling large mixing bowl, had now given way to a slower, more relaxed pace. She had the means of her journey...now it was time to enjoy the fruits of her labor.

She tidied up in the kitchen, putting the turkey back into the fridge, and putting all the chopped-up vegetables into little plastic bags, to be used some other time, and putting peeled potatoes into little Tupperware containers. She neatly stored all the half-emptied boxes of stuffing mix into the trash compactor, and threw the switch. All that finished, she fed Ophelia, gave her a new bowl of fresh water, then left the water at the sink running while she rummaged around in the kitchen cabinets until she found what she had hoped would be there -- a large, two-gallon water pitcher. She filled it under the tap with cool, but easily drinkable water, then brought it into her bedroom, where she put it on a night table by her bed. She then came back to the kitchen, and retrieved her bowl of stuffing powder. Enough to fill a one-gallon container dry. She took a loaf of bread out of the breadbox with her at the last minute. This meal's going to need a little more palatability.


Once in her bedroom, she shut the French doors that entered in on it, and secured them. Ophelia mewled once or twice at being left out of the fun, but she eventually gave up the fight, and went to settle herself by the patio door, to enjoy the last remaining rays of sunlight, and to perhaps catch a quick nap. Now then, determination was key here. She knew that what she needed to do would take much concentration. She had to eat all of this breadcrumb powder dry if this were to work at all. That was where the loaf of bread would come in. She knew she couldn't drink any water until she was all done. She didn't know how her own inner body fluids would affect the powder. She would have to chance it, and see how it would go. She started at her task. She propped her pillows up behind her, sat up with her legs slightly apart, and then felt a small chill, so she covered up her legs with the topmost comforter on the bed. She meditated for a moment, massaging her belly for the work ahead, and its glorious conclusion. Then, she took a piece of bread from the loaf, poured some of the breadcrumb powder on it, then folded it in half. She took a big bite of it and almost gagged...how dry! For a moment, she thought that this might be a desperately stupid idea. How did she even believe that she could consume all this, and then finish off her plan? She sat there, with half of her sandwich in her mouth, feeling the bread soften up and become a little more sweet as the starch turned to sugar. She hesitated just a moment, then swallowed. Not so bad, not so bad...this is doable. After a moment's rest, she took out another piece of bread, and repeated the ritual. By her fourth piece of bread, she was on her way to her goal.



As she progressed, she found two things were happening simultaneously. She got to be better at stuffing more of the powder onto her bread slices as she went, which made for a quicker way to devour the powder, and she found that, about midway through her journey, she could feel a definite weight and familiar fullness begin to build within her stomach. Just a reminder to her that she was being filled. Her id, ego, and superego had all duked it out inside her head a while back, and now she as being driven on by the pure euphoria of filling her belly, of stretching it to the limit. Nothing less would now satisfy it but total, full capacity. She chewed more and more, wolfing down more of her impromptu mixture...then, after a while longer, she ran out of bread. Oof...rubbing her belly, she could tell that it was now beginning to get quite packed in there. But how would she finish the rest of the powder? No time to worry about it now...she took the bowl containing what was left of the powder, and placed some into her mouth. Working up a bit of saliva, she found she could get it down, although at a slower pace than with the bread. A half hour later, she had met her first goal.



With great anticipation, she rubbed her belly. She could feel the stuffing crumbs inside her, and with what little moisture was in her stomach, it must have caused the food to expand just a bit. It was definitely more than a little tight in there, and she tentatively moved to the side of the bed, and stood up to test her balance. When she arose from the bed, her packed belly groaned a bit in protest. She felt like a very solid mass had lodged itself right under her skin, and was waiting for its final command. She sat back down on the bed, and began stroking slow circles around her belly, and underneath. She continued this for a few minutes, then settled herself back into the bed, this time bringing the large two-gallon container of water with her. She parted her legs a bit again, got settled in the pillows, then leaned her head back, bringing the lip of the container to her mouth. When the first bit of water passed over her lips, it felt as if she had never tasted water before. The ritual of downing all those sandwiches and then the powder by itself had left her wanting and craving water more than she ever had in her life. The first few sips were tentative, then she began drinking in long, slow gulps. She felt the slightly cool water rush down her insides, heading towards her stomach to meet with its ultimate goal. She felt the familiar bloating feeling beginning to occur as her tummy began to accept the water, and move out to accommodate it. Usually, it would remain there, sloshing back and forth if she moved herself from side to side. This time, however, the water did not remain in her belly for long, as it began almost immediately to be absorbed by the bread crumbs. She paused for a few moments, savoring this new feeling. Then, she continued drinking more and more water, until she had almost finished the whole container. Setting the almost-empty container on the night stand, she then slowly moved herself back to her reclining position, parted her legs again, and began rubbing her belly.



She didn't have to wait long for the effects to be felt. The breadcrumbs went immediately to work, soaking up the surrounding water, and increasing in bulk. Twice their initial capacity...three times...four times. She felt the familiar overstuffed feeling beginning to really take hold now. She soothed her belly from outside, but could feel it being packed like never before. It felt as if every inch of space in her stomach was being found and overfilled simultaneously. She began really feeling the meal then, and if she looked closely at her stomach, she could actually see it growing out in front of her. It was rounding out wonderfully, and feeling so stuffed, so packed. Ooh, she didn't want this to end! Her mind began drifting to her favorite fantasies then, and she was lost in sexual paradise. She saw herself being asked to participate in a fertility experiment to test a new drug, and being given too much, an overdose of hormones and whatnot. Oh no, the doctors told her...you aren't going to have twins like we thought, but...10 babies! No, no...20!! Her eyes rolled back at this thought, and a small, secret smile formed on her lips. Bedrest at 2 months...nothing to do but lay there and grow...grow...grow...her belly would be huge, her belly button would pop out like a turkey thermometer! She opened her eyes then, and was amazed at the sight. She had indeed been associating the right animal for what she was feeling now. Her belly had swollen out to where she must have been at least 60" around, and it showed no signs of slowing. She felt a tremendous pressure behind her navel, and then, with a sudden POP, her belly button went from an innie to an outie! Oh my God, she screamed in sensuous, long moans, as the feeling of her stretching like this was almost too good to bear. Her pussy was soaked now, and reaching down to massage her clit, she couldn't believe the amount of lubrication she was producing. As she worked her hand and fingers over the spots she loved the best, she could feel her belly growing right over top of her hand, pressing it down, as her belly pushed her hand into her soft, swollen, wine-colored folds. Oh my...she then flashed to a crazy vision then, one that at once seemed both childish but highly sexual at the same time. She was the holiday turkey, being stuffed, fuller and fuller.

Her legs parted more and more as her belly screamed for more room. The stuffing was expanding at quite a rate now. She estimated her belly at 75" around when, some minutes later, she decided to try and stand up. She had lost sight of her navel now, and was unable to see her toes anymore. Her belly sat up high and tight on her, while also dropping lower between her legs. When she swung her legs over the side of the bed to try and stand, she found she was more straddling her own belly than she could imagine. Sitting there on the edge, her legs were almost as far apart as to be uncomfortable, and this huge inflating ball of a stomach was all in between. Slowly attempting to stand, she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror she had on one wall of the room. She almost fell back on the bed from the sight. Her belly was far bigger than she had even thought, and the blood rushed to her head when she stood. It took her a few moments to gain her balance, and then she looked in the mirror, turning sideways for the profile shot. There she was, a 5'5" woman, with a belly that started almost directly under her breasts now, and rounded out high and far, dropping almost down to her knees before disappearing in a big arc back up under her waistline. The workout suit was having all it could do just to keep everything intact on her without splitting. The fabric was stretched so much as to be almost translucent. She loved this feeling, and this look! She must have actually grown to about 80 or 85" around! She arched her back a bit, and the spandex gave way from underneath with a long, popping, ripping sound. With the switch in gravity, she needed to sit down, as her belly came rolling out of the bodysuit. Scooting her bulk back onto the bed, she slowly and cautiously inched her way back to a position where she could have her back against the wall. Then, at the last moment, she decided to see what it would look like to lie down on her back, and did that instead. Giggling lustily, she pulled the covers over top of her, and caught herself in the mirror again, now looking like someone trying to hide a small weather balloon under the sheets. She marveled at her new form, and could still feel the food in her stretching what more it could find to stretch. She literally felt ready to explode. She had never been this full before, this wholly packed. If she rolled off the bed now, that would be it for her. Her pussy ached to be touched though, and she arched her back on the bed, and angled around to where she could just reach herself under a corner of her inflated belly. She rubbed and rubbed, moaning in pleasure occasionally, and then would rest for a few minutes, savoring this feeling of being the world's largest pregnant woman, the largest stuffed turkey ever. Her mind raced with pictures she'd love to take, men and women doing to her things that were almost universally orgiastic...but always involving stuffing her with food, while hands roamed over her tummy, stroking it, massaging it, rubbing it with lotion. Oh yes, this was her erogenous zone, and always would be.

She felt the orgasms building now, and she began feelings the ripples of the first one starting its journey through her as she laid there, unable to do anything but roll her massive belly from side to side as she shook in ecstasy from the effort. She imagined clothes that she'd wear, popping off her at the belly button by delicious button, zippers popping, seams stretching then bursting. She felt every bit the Earth Mother then, wanting to be all-inclusive in her fertility, all-filled, all one. She got up enough strength to roll to one side, and through trial and error, worked herself up until she could roll onto the bed stomach-down. Her arms were on either side of her, but were far from touching the bed when she reached down. The inside of her legs near her knees were cradling the bottom of her belly now, and as she softly rubbed them up against the sides of her belly, she orgasmed again and again. She was up off the bed a few feet now, and the pressure on her stomach was tremendous. She felt ready to split apart, and her breath came in short, halting pants, especially as each orgasm worked through her body. She reached down with both arms now, and found her breasts, rolling the nipples with her fingers under they swelled with pleasure, becoming full and fat just like she now was. She then scooped down under her belly on the mattress, and just crouched there, hugging herself, both with her arms up top, and with her knees down below. She was now close to 100" around.

After a while, she grew tired of her position, and slowly rolled, first to her side, noting that she occupied almost three-quarters of the bed with her tummy sticking out so, and then, she made it to her back. As the fat settled around her, she was at last content. She was as packed as she could possibly get. There was no way she could move off the bed until the food took its course through her, though she would worry about that later. She knew that she could bring herself to a raging orgasm whenever she wished just by rubbing her legs against the side of her overstuffed middle, or by teasing her nipples, or even by just thumping her big bass drum of a belly now. Her skin looked shiny and felt stretched out to its limit. There was nothing to do but sit back and enjoy it while it lasted...Until the thirst took her over, and as she reached for the container, she had somewhat of an idea what might happen, but she could no longer stand it. She tilted the opening to her lips, then drained the rest of the container. As she drifted off to her ecstasy-laden sleep, she could almost hear the doctors as they told her, my dear, we didn't tell you to take the whole prescription at once...how could we ever possibly deliver this many kids? She, the holiday turkey, was stuffed to the gills, and was about to explode in a rush of hormones and adrenaline. If she survived, she promised herself she'd never eat turkey again. Just then, her belly passed 110", and began surpassing her ankles...

Thanksgiving's Coming, and so am I

Next week brings Thanksgiving here in the States, and this day is always an erotic tripwire for me. Why? Well, one of my sexual preferences is for the soft, round, curvy parts on women. Big surprise, right? What guy stereotypically doesn't find a big bust or butt attractive? Well, mine goes a bit farther than that. However, oddly enough, not to an extreme. Confused yet? Let me explain.

When I became aware of my body as something sexual and something I could really have fun playing with, I realized that there were many different ways of applying pressure to my penis to make it feel really good. One I came across that I really liked was applying pressure to it from the front while it was erect, therefore trapping the blood in it, prolonging the erection, and then moving my body, stomach-down, back and forth across the bed. This worked pretty well, but then I realized that more pressure could be had if I stuffed something between my legs to put pressure on my penis, thus leaving my hands free to do whatever else might help get me off. Oh, I forgot to mention...I was about 9 years old at this time. So, remember those kids pajamas with the feet attached to them? I believe they were called Dr. Denton's, but I could be wrong. Anyhow, I came up with the idea of using them for my fun. I slipped them on, and they attached at the top by means of a few round metal snaps. The waist was elastic, and the texture of these blue pj's was sort of a knubby softness. Well, I looked around, and saw a few extra blankets in my room, along with an extra pillow. I proceeded to stretch out the front of the pj's at the waist, and stuffed a blanket down the front, positioning it between my legs, so that my penis was cradled by its softness. Then I put in another blanket. As I sat on the edge of the bed doing this, I could see and feel this compact, full feeling pressing against my penis, a glorious feeling indeed. I flushed a bit as I looked at the pillow...could I get that inside me as well? I noticed that I had to really stretch the waistband a bit to get the snaps to close as it was, but I was determined. I had to make a little more room...so I stood, turned around, lay down on my stomach, and the mass just below my waist shifted a bit. My backside was up in the air, and the warm, swaddling mass between my legs had my heart pounding. I pushed forward a few times, and the blankets compacted a bit more. There. I had a little more room. I rolled over and scootched to the side of the bed again.

It felt weirdly wonderful sitting there, with this balloon-shaped bulge out from my middle. But I knew I could hold more. I unsnapped the waist, and prepared to shove the pillow in.

I wouldn't fit.

I shoved harder. The mass barely moved. No matter what I tried, I couldn't get it to go in. So finally, I slowly pulled everything down towards my ankles, giving me the room I needed. I carefully laid the pillow, length-wise, between my legs and over the mass of blankets. I then pulled the pj's back up, to snap the buttons.

I couldn't get the snaps to work.

Now here's where the vision of fantasy perfection kicks in. I was having the time of my life playing, and I was fully erect -- heck, had been since this began -- but the though of leaving this erotic game undone by the fact that I could not close those snaps, thus providing a perfectly pleasing dome of a 'belly', if you will, with no sheets or corners of pillows sticking out, but all one smooth curve -- would not do. I had to find a way.

Sitting on the edge, I lay down on my back, and edged more towards the footboard of the bed, so I could plant my feet. Then, with both palms planted against the mass in the pj's, I simultaneously pushed with my feet as I plunged down with my hands. I felt my butt rise off the bed as I hammered away, over and over again. I had to get it all in. I had to.

Finally, the mass shifted a bit downward. I had my clearance. I yanked the waist outward enough to finally...snap...the snaps...closed.

I then relaxed my back muscles, dropping to the mattress again. I had done it. I know looked (and felt) like the first pregnant boy ever. Or like the first boy to ever eat a whole Thanksgiving turkey. Whole. I ruminated over these scenarios, turning them over to examine how erotic each made me feel. I was an averaged-sized kid, a little tall for my age, and maybe a few extra pounds, but definitely not fat. The thought of these two scenarios -- pregnant, or temporarily fat -- really turned me on. As I rested from the exertion, I looked towards my left, and I could see my clothes dresser, with its mirror above the dresser top. I could just see my profile sideways, with this massive 'belly' arching up from below my waist. I put a hand over top of the mound, rubbing it around the curve, as I had seen very pregnant women do before.

I came right then. Hard.

I could simultaneously feel my body heat up as my heart rate climbed. The release was wonderful, and strong. Once it stopped, I wanted to feel it again. I knew I had it in me. I reached to my right, where the one remaining blanket on my bed still lay crumpled to the side. I grabbed it, then threw it up and over from right to left, catching it on the other side of this mountainous belly I had made. Once covered, it truly looked to me like I was a nine-month pregnant woman in bed, ready to give birth. Then I felt my penis against the mass, getting hard again.

Nine months? This was my fantasy. Why not ten? Eleven? Twelve? A solid year pregnant...with twins? As I ramped up my imaginary load, the visions of me being unable to walk, being "on bedrest", feeling ready to explode...they all ramped up with me.

I came again. Hard.

I spent a few moments relishing this, then tried for a final crescendo. I wanted to try to roll over onto my 'belly'. Still under the cover, I lunged over to my right, once, twice, trying to get the leverage to move the bulk, each time dropping back. Finally, on the third time, I launched myself just right to get a good position with my hips. I pushed myself up with my arms and my spread feet, and lifted myself off the bed long enough to roll my belly under me.

The effect was tremendous. All my writhing had really compacted and rounded out the mass between my legs, and it felt wonderfully hot down there. But I wanted more. With my backside once again lifted off the mattress, I rocked on my new, fat, gloriously pregnant belly. Back and forth. Towards the head of the bed, then sliding back. And again. And again.

I came for the third time this session, and I just kept rocking as I came, forcing it, milking it, wanting to empty myself as much as I could. My orgasm kept exploding, and I was just along for the ride.

After it was all over, I was physically exhausted. I could do nothing but lie there. I managed to roll to my side again, and rested, stroking the curve in front of me, thinking of pregnant women I had seen, with their beautiful, fat stomachs. Yes, there was a baby involved too, but I didn't care about that. I loved the form. The fat belly, arching outward. The breasts, filling with warm milk and becoming fat and round themselves. The feeling that you could explode any moment. This one, I subconsciously thanked a favorite aunt for, because she had said those exact words to me earlier that year, when she was pregnant..."I feel like I've been pregnant forever...I feel about ready to explode!"

I lay there, long enough to gain the strength to get up and empty myself out, making sure to get the wet blankets into the wash. I then went back to bed, with one hand between my legs, holding my penis, and feel asleep, dreaming as only true erotic release can allow you.

So, Happy Thanksgiving a little early. This was only a start for me. I found that this sexual preference for the rounded female form would form a delicious undercurrent to my fantasies from then on. And it has taken me to the corners of the internet, and my other friendships, to explore and search for a female counterpart to me. I've come close, but never on the mark. The search had always had its high points.

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