LetsWriteBellies

"I think it's time for a new shirt, dude," Alfred said to his boyfriend, who had just barely matched the buttons of one of his favorite shirts over his hopelessly bloated stomach. Miraculously, the buttons hadn't popped, but his belly pressed tight up against it, sitting on his thighs. It looked somewhat painful, the buttons hanging on by their last threads, his belly bulging out of the gaps between the fasteners. Arthur looked down at his stomach, groaning a little, both from exasperation and pain. "This is your fault, you know. Always making me so much breakfast, and you make it so well that I can't help eating it all. You knew this was bo

I was a child when I first saw her. Asleep in bed, my scrawny body bundled up in many thick blankets, I didn't notice anything until I felt a hauntingly cool breeze skim across the nape of my neck. As my eyes flickered open, the girlish bedroom came into view - the dolls house, the tea party set, and the big box of dress ups against the back wall. It took a minute before my eyes laid on the figure standing in front of it. It was a woman, of course, with flowing blonde hair, golden skin, and devilishly dark eyes. She grinned as I stared at her, her teeth perfectly white. Well-sharpened incisors pressed gently against full red lips. Her full