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Belly Burger VII
🕑 Added 2018-08-31 17:38:56 +0000 UTC Note: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.-
Iowa came into consciousness slowly, her eyes stinging as she groggily opened them. Her shoulders ached, and everything was bright, much brighter than her apartment. Blinking a few times, Iowa allowed her eyes to adjust. They darted about in confusion as she came to realize that she was in what appeared to be a clean, white lab. She was seated upright against the wall on what appeared to be an examining table. Her arms were chained above her, impeding her from getting up.
Iowas feelings of confusion worsened when, from a door opposite her, several people emerged into the room. They were wearing long white lab coats, so maybe they were doctorsor scientists. Each was wearing a medical mask, gloves, and other protective gear.
The half-dozen of them crowded around her. Iowa released a surprised hiss as one scientist drew her shirt up, the material dragging on her belly-nipple. Then her round belly-breast was exposed, where it sat perched in her lap.
The scientists marveled at Iowas form.
Look at the size of it, one said.
And the shape. You can tell that its completely full.
Shes our best producer yet!
Iowa released a sharp yelp as one of the scientists gave her belly a harsh spank. She moaned as it jiggled for several seconds following the assault, a bright pink mark left on the side as evidence.
This thing is just packed with priceless sauce! said the abuser.
There were excited murmurs. Iowa felt too dazed to figure out what was going on.
She gave a small whine as gloved fingers began to massage her swollen mass. Her belly-nipple was squeezed and massaged, and just as she groaned in protest, something was shoved into her mouth.
It was salty and tangy. It took Iowa only a moment to realize that it was a soft lump of cheese that nearly filled her whole mouth. She feebly struggled, and tried to push it out, but the hand that was feeding her held the cheese firmly there. In fact, the hand was already beginning to shove more food to follow it, and Iowa had no choice but to swallow so not to choke.
She shuddered as her belly continued to be massaged and kneaded by multiple pairs of hands. In the meantime, she struggled to keep up with the feeding. She was stuffed with riceballs, chunks of compressed pastas, slimy mounds of lard, and yet more lumps of cheese. She felt uncomfortably tight and heated, her mound sleek with sweat. Her breast-belly was bloated and flushed, skin tingling, and belly-nipple beginning to burn. Finally, and feeding stopped, and Iowa sighed, grateful for the reprieve. Just as she began to whimper, and fidget, and try to adjust to the discomfort in her swollen, throbbing mass, a nozzle was shoved into her mouth. Eyes wide, Iowa stared up the length of a hose. The hose led only a few feet away, where two of the scientists were struggling to lift a bucket up to a large funnel.
They began to pour a thick gelatinous substance into the funnel, and it was only seconds before it assaulted Iowas mouth. She tried to resist, but the back of her head was against the wall, and the scientist feeding her held the hose firmly into her mouth, and pushed it deep, almost to her throat. She nearly choked.
The substance was as thick as pudding, but sweeter, starchier, and sort of buttery. There was an oiliness to it that seemed consistent with animal fat. Iowa was helpless but to gulp as more and more was pumped inside of her. Her belly-breast grew hotter and tighter, until finally, her hard belly-nipple began to seep thick sauce that slowly trailed along underside of her abdomen.
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Phat94
Wow, fantastic installment, thanks so much! I'll be sure to think of a good ending prompt soon, you've done a great job on this series!
