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ou begged — knowing how much I crave the feeling of a full, heavy belly and the rush of swallowing someone whole. I promised I’d let you out shortly after, and you actually believed me. But the moment you’re tucked away inside, surrounded by warmth and pressure, I realize this is exactly where you belong. I stroke my round stomach, savoring every squirm, and let you know the truth: you’re not coming out. My belly has claimed you, and now you’re nothing more than mine to keep, digest, and enjoy forever.