I've officially hit 1000 watchers! 😮 Thank you all so much if you've chosen to watch my page and pay attention to my content, I truly never expected this when I first decided to make this account and post my first BellyGirl story, but I'm so happy that I've been able to feel so free in what content I put up on here, and that there are so many of you that enjoy and connect with it as well. ❤️ So thank you, thank you! To celebrate I'm going to do several things, since it's such a "big" milestone! Make a post about my personal experiences with belly stuffing, since there seems to be interest in hearing more details about those occasions. Do another fashion show, this one while modeling outfits with a slightly stuffed belly. Open photo requests! Caveat: I'm going to collect all of the requests, and then choose a certain amount (maybe three, or five, I don't know, it will depend on how many requests there are) to actually do, with the ones I select being the ones I'm most interested in.
Phobia Exposed Pt. 1 by accidentalgazer, literature
Literature
Phobia Exposed Pt. 1
NOTE: This is a belly button fetish story and includes navel tickling/torture/elements of non-con. I woke up in an unfamiliar place, with a bright florescent light blaring down on me. I looked around, startled, with no idea how I got here. "Guys, he's awake!" A familiar voice called out cheerfully as I struggled to get my bearings. My brother's face appeared above me, leering with a mischievous grin. As I tried to raise a hand to shield my face, I realized with shock that my wrist was strapped down. My voice cracked in panic. "Jason? Jason, wh-what the hell is this?" As I writhed against the straps against my wrists, hips, and ankles, I became acutely aware that the only thing covering my torso was a thin white sheet. I stop thrashing reflexively, afraid of bucking it off and leaving my stomach exposed to the world. Jason laughed cruelly, and the two figures around him chuckled. He ignored my question, and addressed his companions. "Like I told you, Ryan here has a
A Warrior's Vulnerability by TheBellyGirl, literature
Literature
A Warrior's Vulnerability
Aristeia stalked through the forest like a huntress after prey, eager to reach the location of the Sorceress' lair. As she strode through the underbrush the warrior appeared as fierce and resilient as she was; her skin was tanned from time spent outside, and her brown hair was pulled back into a long fishtail braid that swung behind her, her bright blue eyes narrowed in determination as she searched through the jumble of bushes and trees ahead. While the warrior was hardly picky about the contracts she accepted against monsters and villains alike, this one was of particular interest in that it came from the lord of the land himself, requesting Aristeia's aid against a wicked Sorceress who had been tormenting any villagers who dared enter into the forest upon which the Sorceress had laid claim. Young as she was, Aristeia had faced down enough creatures to feel confident in her preparations as she ventured deeper into the forest. The young woman carried two swords upon her back as well