Needs Convincing

Going out with the boys tonight might have been a mistake. Not so much going to the bar with his buddies, that had all be a lot of fun. However, after a few drinks and someone else paying for the food, he had packed away his fair share of food.

Zach shuffled through the door of his apartment, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it on the hook by the door. He ditched his keys on the counter as he walked through the kitchen and into the living room. It was then he collapsed onto the sofa with a heavy sigh.  A light hiccough escaped his lips and he brought a hand to his stomach.

He was a generally slim but fit guy standing at about six feet tall. He worked out once a week and he usually ate pretty well. However, his usually flat stomach was nowhere in sight. His stomach was bloated and distended, full of pizza and beer. It was digesting loudly, churning and gurgling consistently.

With a soft groan he reached down and undid his belt and popped the button on his jeans. His stomach gurgled appreciatively as it surged forward into the newfound space. His expanded belly pressed tightly against his t-shirt and he pressed his hand to it, belching loudly as he did so. Best to just watch tv and wait it out, he decided.

He wasn't sure how long he had spent reclined on the sofa rubbing his swollen tummy before he heard keys in the lock and someone come through the front door. He tried to sit up, reaching for his jeans to button them up, but there was no hope in getting them done up again.

His girlfriend Holly appeared in the doorway to the living room a moment later. She looked over at her bloated boyfriend.

"Hey. Are you feeling okay?" she asked, going over and sitting next to him on the sofa.

"Yeah I just *urrrrp* s'cuse me, ate too much," he said, patting his distended belly.

"Looks like it," Holly replied, reaching over and poking his gurgling stomach.

"*Hic!* Oooohhhh, babe," he moaned, clutching his tummy.

"Aww. Do you have a tummyache? I'm sorry baby. Let me help you," she said. She got to her feet and offered her hands to him. After a few minutes of struggling Zach was on his feet, his belly sloshing heavily and causing him to belch again. He staggered to the bed, flopping down and causing an eruption of noises from his overstuffed stomach.

"Poor belly," Holly cooed, reaching over and pulling Zach's shirt up and over his head. This left his swollen belly completely exposed. It continued to make noise, sounding rather unhappy at the moment. She placed her hands on his tummy, rubbing over the tight skin. The beer and pizza had bloated him up pretty well, making his belly firm to the touch, "Feeling better, Zach?"

"Ughhh. I feel soo full. I usually don't eat like *hic* like this. It hurts," he complained, holding his stomach as it continued to gurgle and glorp unhappily.

Holly wouldn't admit it aloud, but she thought her boyfriend looked pretty cute lying there and moaning about his stuffed belly. She had always had a bit of fetish when it came to bellies, but never found a way to bring it up. Maybe she wouldn't have to. If Zach could be careless like this, maybe she could get him to be a little careless more often.

"I'll take care of you and your tummy, don't worry baby," she told him, leaning over and kissing the protesting tummy before laying next to Zach and kissing him.

Zach smiled over at his girlfriend, glad to have her helping hands, "Thanks babe, you're the best. I thought *urrrrp* ohh, excuse me. I thought you'd think I was a pig."

"Of course not," she said, running her hands over his rumbling belly, "No harm in enjoying yourself. You had a good time, right?" Zach nodded. "Well then it's fine. Now you just relax and let your belly settle."

Zach fell asleep to Holly massaging his belly, while she daydreamed about getting to do this wayyy more often. It would take a little convincing, but she was sure she could. It would just take a little convincing.