[Extreme Inflation/Feederism Reader Insert Fic] Keep growing, belly boy!

Reader insert story for my art "Heavy". Your masc boyfriend inflates your belly with hundreds of gallons of cake shake while praising you for being a good piggy, then soothes your aching tummy after you break the kitchen counter under it and get a horrible bellyache from growing to the size of three yoga balls. EXTREME inflation/talk of weight gain, pig play, praising/praise kink, submissive male feedee reader, dominant male feeder, immobility.

1,864 words, 5 pages long (single spaced). The reader isn't stated to be cis or trans, so as long as you're okay with being referred to as a boy, you can seamlessly imagine yourself in the shoes of the ballooning boy in Heavy.

Excerpt (link to full story under the cut!):

While your eyes are closed in pure bliss, firm hands come to rest atop the curve of your growing belly—and all of a sudden they start pushing into your expanse, alternating like the pedals of a bike, sending thick, rippling waves through the sea of cake shake in your gut. The feeling is euphoric. You hiccup around the tube as the kneading adds to all of the motion in your enormous belly, and finally open your eyes to watch the muscles of his strong arms working, churning the cake shake within you like butter. With how fattening it is, how many calories are already packed into you and sliding down your throat at tens of thousands per minute, it may as well be.

Your skin is beginning to grow flushed, a rosy hue creeping over the skin beginning with your overstretched bellybutton. Your stomach gurgles ominously, but still you don't stop. You won't burst. He believes you can take it.

Your partner smooths a hand across the curve of your titanic tummy, making you sigh through your nose as your eyes flutter closed.

"Good boy. Good little piggie. Just keep drinking and getting fatter. Grow for me, big boy."

You're panting through your nose now. The edges of your glutted tummy are hanging off of the edges of the counter, having expanded too wide for it. It sticks out six feet in front of you and still rapidly expanding out of control. The counter shudders beneath you; you feel the rumbles slosh the contents of your tummy, rippling through your massive belly and everything within it. Wood begins to splinter; you can't see past your enormous blubber blimp of a gut but you can hear it.

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