Lover's Trap Force-Fed to Burst (BBW Expansion) (Patreon)

Scarlett’s wrists were bound to the arms of the wooden chair with soft but unyielding satin ribbons, pinning her in place at the kitchen table. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, casting warm shadows that danced across the polished wood. Her ex, Elena, stood before her, a smug smile curling her lips as she held a spoon laden with thick, creamy pudding. Mia, Elena's new friend, leaned against the counter nearby, arms crossed, watching with barely concealed amusement.

“You thought you could just walk away from me?” Elena murmured, her voice low and controlled. “After everything? No, Scarlett. Tonight, you’re going to learn what it means to be mine again.”

Scarlett squirmed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and humiliation. “Elena, please… this is insane. Untie me.”

Elena’s eyes narrowed. She scooped another generous spoonful from the bowl on the table. “Open up, darling. Or I’ll make you.”

Reluctantly, Scarlett parted her lips, and Elena slid the spoon in, forcing her to swallow the rich, strangely sweet mixture. It was heavy, almost too much, coating her throat as it went down. Elena didn’t stop—spoon after spoon, she fed Scarlett relentlessly, her free hand gripping Scarlett’s jaw when she tried to turn away. The pudding settled deep in her stomach, warm and dense, and soon a peculiar tingling spread through her core, low and centered, like heat slowly building behind her navel.

Scarlett’s breath hitched. The snug waistband of her skirt and the fitted fabric of her blouse suddenly felt tighter. “What… what did you put in that?” she whispered, voice trembling.

Elena set the empty bowl aside, wiping her hands on a napkin. “Something special. Just for you. Now sit there and feel it. Mia, make sure she doesn’t squirm too much.”

Mia’s grin widened as she stepped closer, placing a hand on Scarlett’s shoulder to hold her steady. The tingling deepened into a swelling warmth. Scarlett gasped as pressure began to build in her belly, firm at first, then steadily expanding outward. Her stomach pushed against the buttons of her blouse from below, the fabric stretching smooth over the growing curve.

“Elena… something’s wrong,” Scarlett panted, looking down in alarm. Her midsection was visibly rounding, the gentle slope of her abdomen becoming a pronounced swell. The waistband of her skirt dug into her as her belly continued to inflate, rising higher and pressing outward with undeniable force.

Scarlett instinctively tried to curl forward, but the ribbons kept her arms pinned back, forcing her to sit upright as her stomach expanded further. The blouse strained around her middle, threads creaking softly. “Please, make it stop,” she gasped, panic creeping into her voice.

A button near her waist popped loose, clattering onto the table. A small gap opened, revealing the taut, stretched fabric of her undershirt and the unmistakable roundness pushing from beneath. Her belly kept growing—firmer, heavier—lifting the hem of her blouse and forcing more buttons to strain.

Pop. Another button snapped free. Then another.

The blouse began to part around her midsection, unable to contain the steady expansion. Scarlett’s stomach swelled into a full, rounded dome, rising and pushing outward until it brushed the edge of the table. She let out a shaky breath as the weight of it settled forward, her posture forced rigid by the bindings.

Elena watched from across the table, expression cool and satisfied. “You always had such an appetite,” she said softly. “Now you get to feel it.”

Scarlett’s belly continued to enlarge, stretching the remaining fabric until seams split with soft tearing sounds. Her shirt fell open around her sides, leaving her massively distended stomach fully outlined, round and heavy as it pressed against the tabletop. The wood creaked faintly under the new weight as her swollen abdomen rested there, rising and falling with her quickened breaths.

She sat bound and breathless, face flushed, eyes glassy with overwhelmed sensation as the fullness refused to fade.

Elena finally stepped closer, tilting Scarlett’s chin up with a gentle but firm touch. “See what happens when you try to leave me?” she murmured. “Next time, you won’t forget.”

Scarlett, dazed and aching with impossible fullness, could only nod weakly, the heavy curve of her belly still anchored to the table, a constant reminder that she was completely at Elena’s mercy.