Belly Bedtime stories w Bella: One fateful night my feeder .. (OnlyFans)

Belly Bedtime stories w Bella:

One fateful night my feeder and I were eagerly heading to our fav Italian restaurant. What initially started as our HH spot, after putting on some plump pounds, became our HH drinks, extra bread and oil for the table( but obviously for me) appetizers, dinner, and desserts 🍨 spot. With our order growing each week as you can imagine so did my expanding waistline. With each and every mouthwatering bite, my appetite grew. It grew and it grew, as did my glorious butt and extra round belly. 

We excitedly made our way inside .. me waddling, him graciously looking on from behind and then hurrying to get the heavy door for his prized piggy. Neither of us knew that tonight my insatiable love for scrumptious italian food led us right into a delightful yet somewhat embarsssing predicament.

We were taken right away to be seated at our favorite elevated booth, on display for all to see what was sure to be our romantic indulgent dinner. I couldn’t contain my excitement bubbling up from deep inside my bottomless pit, yippee! 

BUT as I attempted to squeeze into my beloved booth, my expanding bouncy curves had other plans.  Despite my most valiant efforts to scoot, suck in, adjust, squeeze, the booth simply could no longer accommodate my newfound voluptuousness…

As my face blushed with embarrassment, plus a little excitement to see the priceless reactions of everyone, I looked first at my boyfriend who had a smug and somewhat excited expression, next around to the customers, and finally even our usual server were all taken aback by the sight of my plumpness! Some stared in awe, others giggled, some mumbled under their breaths, while finally a couple even offered sympathetic slight smiles. Amidst the laughter and astonishment, I couldn’t help but embrace  the uniqueness of my situation. This had never happened to me before! 

Rather than continue to stand there feel ing embarrassed I chose to revel in the joy of my expanding journey. I thought of all the yummy calories and meals that got me here to this point. I thought about the excitement my feeder must be feeling. I found solace in the acceptance and understanding of my caring feeder, who adored every inch of my curvaceous figure and showed me through his erotic displays of affection long into the night. Finally he took charge asking to be seated at a big corner ground level booth that we knew had an adjustable moving table. He graciously pulled it out for me so I could get in without incident. It seemed almost a celebration as he ordered much much yummy goodness for the start of our dinner. Even more scrumptious food than usual. Yes, tonight we would celebrate with the joys and pleasures life had to offer  that we were grateful to be fortunate enough to enjoy together mostly in the form of beer wine and pasta 🍝 

While my fav elevated  booth at my fav Italian restaurant may no longer be my go to spot, and I don’t have the same feeder, my appetite for delicious food and gluttonous pleasure continues to THRIVE! Therefore, my curves continue to grow, my body continues to inflate, and I’ll continue finding myself in pleasurable predicaments growing out of ever more places, people, and things. And in the end, it’s the love and acceptance we find within ourselves that truly matters. 

I hope you enjoyed the story! Please let me know if you want more. Remember, it’s important to embrace and celebrate, who we truly are regardless of societal expectations and opinions. 

Goodnight 😴💖😘