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This time, I burp shamelessly as I bloat myself with a Dr. Pepper. My skinny jeans get unbuttoned and my too-small top rides up as my gut swells. I moan as the gas in my stomach makes me expand, and while talking I belch loudly. I can't help it.
I get so turned on thinking about having someone funnel-feed me or forcing more soda into my flabby gut.  I daydream about tying a belt around my non-existent waistline and my enormous belly popping out of it, and having someone laughing, grabbing my hard gut and shaking it forcefully, and making me burp and moan more. 

It's a normal day in the office for you, during your lunch break, when you notice your female coworker waltz in for lunch. That's her??? She's been gone for two weeks on vacation, but she blew up! You try to be polite but she eggs you on, and you tell her that it looks like she's packed on a few lbs. 
She denies it, and keeps snacking. She burps and takes off her coat, totally oblivious to her bulging belly. 
Everything about her got larger, she now has a double chin and pendulous breasts. Her hips have visibly thickened, and you imagine her ass has gotten fatter, too. 
You think about taking her out to dinner, later, so you can witness her belly grow even larger...

Hello. I am a former sporty girl who weighed 120 lbs at the end of highschool. Today, I tip the scale at a whopping 170 lbs. It seems most of it went to my belly. I talk and enjoy my fat, lotion my jiggly gut, and even discover how deep my navel is. I hope you enjoy. In the future, I hope to do a beer bloat.