Look at me..I can barely move. Sitting here, spilling out of..
🕑 Added 2025-01-13 22:00:27 +0000 UTC
Look at me..I can barely move. Sitting here, spilling out of this corset for you.I know you love watching me push myself past my limits. Seven bottles. Two liters of sugary, syrupy slop- and I'm going to drink it all. I want to feel it all sloshing inside me, stretching my belly tight like a drum. Every movement, with this corset digging in, makes me wince. Every breath feels shallow, with it wrapped around me so tightly. And knowing that you're watching, that you're enjoying every minute of me doing this to myself, makes it all worth it.I got this corset when I was a size six. I started using it for waist training. And now? That's a laugh. I needed help just to put it on- sucking in my gut and pulling as hard as I could to close it around me. It wasn't meant for a body like mine- or a belly like this. I can't move. My body isn't built for this anymore- it's built for comfort, for laziness, for indulgence.But now I'm here, helplessly and breathlessly bloated. Transformed from the girl I was when this corset flattered my figure. Whimpering, burping, belly spilling out the bottom. It's got to come off. And when it does come off, my belly spills forward- that sugary drink sloshing around inside. I'm still desperate for the relief. My belly needs to be rubbed and soothed, until the overwhelming feeling goes away, and I can prepare for my next indulgence.
