Exactly where I want to be 💋 (Patreon)

I’m leaned back in my chair at my PC desk, screen glowing in front of me while I do absolutely nothing important. There are plates stacked off to the side, crumbs everywhere, and the faint smell of baked dough still hanging in the air. I ate way more than I meant to. Pizza pockets that I made because I figured why not. Now it’s all sitting warm and heavy in my stomach.

I rest both hands on my belly and sigh.

“Wow… yeah, that was a lot,” I say out loud 

My belly feels big. Properly full. Round and soft under my shirt, pushed out as I lean back farther in my chair. I give it a slow rub myself, just enjoying how doughy and relaxed it feels. I am not even trying to sit up straight anymore. I let another breath out and then a burp comes with it, loud and satisfying.

That’s when you come in.

I don’t move much when you do. I just tilt my head a little and grin as you walk closer.

“Careful,” I say, half joking. “I’m basically a food coma right now.”

You don’t answer right away. You just reach out and put your hand on my belly, rubbing it slow and steady. I let out a happy little sound without even thinking about it. My stomach shifts under your hand, soft and heavy, and I lean back even more, letting my chair take the weight.

“Yeah,” I mumble, smiling, “it’s really full.”

You keep rubbing, and I can feel how warm my belly is, how plush it feels when you move your hand across it. I pat it once, proudly.

“I knew I shouldn’t have made all those pizza pockets,” I say, then shrug. “But it was worth it.”

Another burp slips out and I laugh again, completely unbothered.

“Sorry. Not sorry.”

You comment on how round it is now, and I glance down at myself, feeling that familiar satisfaction.

“I know,” I say. “I can feel it. It’s like… all dough and comfort right now.”

I relax into the moment, letting you keep rubbing while I just sit there, full and lazy and happy. No rushing, no guilt. Just me, my desk, my chair tipped back, and my belly exactly the way it is. I run my hand over it again and smile.

“Honestly,” I say quietly, “this is perfect.”