Anonymous
Mon 06 Dec 2021 06:47:13
4e5b51
US
No.11599
Sad that this thread didn't really go anywhere, but I've got one to share, even if it's a bit late.
So this was actually Thanksgiving 2 years ago. I had just married my wife, which makes this whole story kinda weird. My wife is on the thick side, big round ass and a bit of a belly, good shit. But this story isn't about her, this is about my mother-in-law. My wife's mom is the perfect image of a glutton; she LOVES desserts, overeats frequently, drinks way too much beer, she's gassy, loud and in-your-face, you get the idea. I've been friends with my wife since we were in middle school, so over the years I've watched her mom pack on the pounds. The bad news is she's not exactly into the whole feedism thing, so she usually ends up trying to lose weight. The good news is she's really really bad at losing weight. She either tries diets (which I've ruined on more than one occasion, I can share those stories too if anyone wants to hear them) or by riding her bike without any ab exercises, which has resulted in her having thin, toned legs, a pudgy but nicely shaped butt, and a big, fat, round beer belly.
Anyway, on to the meat of the story. Two Thanksgivings ago, my wife and I decided we would eat thanksgiving dinner with my family and go to hang out with hers later in the evening. When we got to her aunt's house where their thanksgiving was being held, they had just finished eating. Most of the food was picked clean, except for some desserts, and most of her relatives had retired to the living room, complaining of having overeaten. She wandered off to join them, so I headed for the kitchen, cracked open a beer, and pulled up a chair not far from the dessert table. After a couple minutes, I looked up from my phone and noticed someone grabbing a few last minute bites of pie from the dessert table. From the back, I immediately recognized her as my mother-in-law. I decided to make conversation, so I asked her what I missed.
In response, she turned around to face me, and I was not mentally prepared for how she looked. She was clearly bloated from gorging herself all day, her mom jeans and tee shirt stretched tight against her bulging gut. One hand absentmindedly rubbed her stomach while she licked the fingers of the other hand. She then made a show of grunting, lifting her belly with both hands, waddling over to me like a pregnant woman, and sticking her gut less than a foot from my face (I was sitting down).
"Well, I don't know if you can tell from this big round belly, but there was a TON of good food." she said before burping and slapping her stomach for comedic effect.
Any normal person would have left it alone, but I was already thinking more with my dick than my brain, so I decided to continue the discussion. I did my best to calmly ask what sort of food there was, but in my horny state I might have quickly asked how much she ate, I'm not really sure. Either way, she was happy to answer my question. She lifted her shirt a couple inches and gave me a long, detailed description of all the food she had eaten, all the while rubbing her belly. I, of course, listened to every word she said like it was the best story I had ever heard. She wrapped up her story by once again echoing the sentiment that she was stuffed to the brim. I could feel the conversation nearing an end, so I figured I had nothing to lose and I decided to try and touch her stomach. I got up from my chair and stood next to her.
"Well damn, it seems like you really packed it away today." I said, as awkwardly as you can imagine, before giving her belly a couple hearty pats. It was jiggly and soft to the touch, from years of way too much cake and liquor.
I fully expected her to get weirded out and make a hasty retreat, but to my shock, she moved her belly even closer.
"Ooh yeah, you can say that again. You can really tell how full it is if you rub up here at the top." I'm no fool, so of course I did as I was instructed. She continued, "It's really firm here in the middle, I think that's where that last slice of pie ended up."
It was indeed very firm. Beneath those first couple inches of fat, her stomach could be clearly felt, filled to the point of tightness with what was likely a full day's worth of food and beer. So here I am, on Thanksgiving day, rubbing my wife's mom's stuffed gut while she continues to complain about how full she is.
I'm not exactly sure when or how she ended the conversation and wandered away to show off her waistline to the next relative, because my eyes had glazed over around the time that my hands touched her ball of a belly. Needless to say, that memory has served me very well since then.
Fast forwarding a bit, since that day she and I have started a bit of a tradition. After any celebratory meal, (holidays or birthdays) she and I carry the dirty dishes to the kitchen, where we complain to each other about how much we overdid it and rub each others bellies for good luck. This year she took it an extra step by leaning back and proudly unbuttoning her pants at the dinner table, so that was a nice treat for me. I never asked for this to be my life, nor did I ever expect it, but you definitely won't hear me complain.
I got plenty of these stories btw. I've often joked with my friends that I would've been a normal dude if the universe didn't decide to turn me into a belly-loving pervert.