Belly Worship – POV Lately you’ve been hovering around me… showing up with takeout, cooking all my favorite comfort foods, sending surprise deliveries to my job. At first I was confused. You know I’ve been trying to “be good”… trying to tone up. But then I started noticing the way you look at me. You don’t want me smaller. You love me soft. You love watching me indulge. Every bite I take, your eyes darken. Every time my jeans fit a little tighter, you can’t hide that grin. You’re not just feeding me… you’re fattening me up on purpose. And it turns you on. So tonight, I give you what you’ve been working for. I lift my shirt. Let you see the results of all those late-night meals. I grab my soft, full belly and let it jiggle just for you. I rub it, tease it, show you how round and plush it’s getting. You can’t even hide your reaction anymore. I can see how badly you want it. You’ve been so good to me… cooking, spoiling, feeding. The least I can do is give you a private show. I turn to the side, let it hang, let it move. I arch back and laugh softly while you lose control over the sight of it. You love knowing you did this to me. You love knowing I’m getting thicker for you. And the more you feed me… the bigger this belly gets for you to worship.
