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Lan Zhan woke up much in the way that he’d gone to bed: with his belly enormously bloated. In the light of day, he was even more surprised by the sheer size of it, how it poked up round and pretty. He’d slept with the waist of his sleep pants worked down below it, his sleep shirt open, leaving his tummy exposed.
As he woke up, Lan Zhan indulged in rubbing his belly, a big belch ripping out of him as he shifted. He groaned at how tight his belly felt, still inflated to its limit. He’d thought it might have gotten better while he slept, but he’d woken up with his belly just as taut and overfull.
He was getting hard, the feeling of his hands on his sensitive belly working him up. He couldn’t resist shifting his hips as his cock filled, which just drew attention to how oversized and sensitive his belly felt.
Lan Zhan often touched himself quickly and methodically in the morning. The idea of lingering on his own pleasure, rubbing his big belly and luxuriating in stroking his cock was almost as arousing as his distended belly itself. He’d never felt so big, his enormous gut pressed fat and tight, his own body impossible to ignore.
When Lan Zhan had returned to his rooms the night before, he’d talked himself out of what he wanted, which was to invite Wei Ying over and ask him what exactly he thought they would do if his belly was too big to fit into his robes. He wanted his bloated tummy rubbed, Wei Ying teasing him about how much he had swollen.
Lan Zhan remembered what Wei Ying had thought, which was that Lan Zhan must have eaten a lot, a ridiculous, greedy amount. The idea of attending the day’s conference, everyone thinking he’d overeaten himself into a heavy bulging gut just wound his arousal tighter. He reached one hand down to touch his cock, moaning as he stroked it, his forearm rubbing against his sore belly on every movement.
Lan Zhan knew he should try and go to the discussion conference - he had no reason to be embarrassed about how bloated he got, even if his belly was so big as to be cumbersome, swaying if he didn’t hold it.
Lan Zhan gave his belly a jiggle, then shook it with both hands, his cock throbbing at the way his bloat wobbled when he played with it. His inflated tummy was pressed so tight that every movement made it ache.
Lan Zhan tried to sit up too quickly, groaning and clutching his belly when he jostled the aching balloon of it. He lay back with a whine, trying to soothe it and belching as his tender belly tried to settle. The second time he got up more carefully, babying his overtaxed belly.
He kept a hand stroking his distended belly as he washed, combed and oiled his hair, and gave full consideration to whether or not he might attend the cultivation conference. He devoted intensive study to how his belly would press into his robes and how he’d have to rub his bloat during meetings until he realized he was less considering the merits of this and more fantasizing about everyone seeing him rubbing his straining belly.
Considering the circumstances, Lan Zhan didn’t feel at all guilty for crafting a plausible reason to be suddenly called away for the day. He knew he couldn’t attend the conference with such an obvious distended gut, if not because it was so big and tender but because his cock had been hard and dripping since he woke up.
An excuse crafted and sent, Lan Zhan sent a second note to Wei Ying and tried to get dressed, too embarrassed to be found by Wei Ying with his big belly hanging out in his bed.
Lan Zhan tried his undershirt first. He got it over his head easily but couldn’t work it all the way over his belly, his gut bulging under it. The silk didn’t have much give and the way the fabric stretched over his belly made him flush. He massaged the hanging bottom of his bloat with both hands, coaxing out a long belch that made him whine in embarrassment.
Next, he had to retrieve the bottom layer. Leaning down to step into it was almost impossible, his bulging belly cumbersome as he tried to bend over. Getting the tight waistband of his under robes up over his girth proved even harder. He pulled the straining silk up over his belly, sucking in to try and get his girth to fit.
Lan Zhan couldn’t get the fabric very far over his bloated gut. The amount he managed just cut deep into his bloat, the tight waist pressing it into two bulging sections. He ran his hand over the tight bind of the waistband and groaned at how sensitive the pressure made his tummy feel. He couldn’t bend over in the pants without the seams straining ominously and he rubbed the silk that stretched tight over his bloated gut, feeling unbelievably aroused.
He had to stop to stroke his leaking cock, the silk already wet with precum. He pressed on his erection and burped, his big belly so badly constrained in his under robes.
Next were his over layers. He wrapped them over his girth, his cock just as visible a bulge in his robes as his belly. He was no longer sure that it would be more dignified to be dressed, only that he wanted to be, that the way his belly pressed the silk taut made him feel wound up.
His belt was last. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to get it on. It sat above his big belly but not high enough, and he groaned as he tried to suck his gut in to get it fasten. He whined when he finally got it closed and let himself relax as much as his constricting clothing allowed, the pressure on his bloat making him burp. There was nowhere for his big bloated tummy to go. It bulged out from underneath his belt, still constrained by his robes and his pants.
Lan Zhan felt so big and sore, his belly pressed tight in his normal robes. He rubbed his aching belly through the layers of fabric and tried to sit, moaning when the seams strained and he realized he couldn’t. He leaned against the wall instead, one hand rubbing the bulge of his cock and the other holding his big belly, which was how Wei Ying found him not too much later.
“You got started without me,” Wei Ying said, leaning against the doorway and giving Lan Zhan a lingering once over that made him searingly aware of his aching cock and his round tummy.
“You made me wait,” Lan Zhan said, even though it would be more accurate to say that he’d been impatient.
“Forgive me,” Wei Ying said with a smile, bringing the door shut behind him as he came over to Lan Zhan, kissing him in greeting. His lips quirked into a satisfied grin when Lan Zhan moaned immediately, pressing his belly against Wei Ying in a subconscious movement that made him burn with mortification. “Let me make it up to you.”
Wei Ying reached for Lan Zhan’s belly, giving it a little pat. “What a big needy belly. I can see why you were so impatient.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan whined, trembling with how much he wanted Wei Ying to unwrap his constricting robes and rub his bloated belly.
“Do you like that?” Wei Ying asked, teasing him by running a knuckle up the curve of it like he had last night, not nearly enough. “You want me to tell you how big and pretty you are?”
Lan Zhan couldn’t nod, couldn’t do anything but breathe and let Wei Ying give him whatever he wanted to. He felt so flushed and so wound up, like all Wei Ying would have to do is stroke him through his robes and he’d cum.
“You do, huh,” Wei Ying said, correctly interpreting his silence. Wei Ying began to undress with quick, efficient hand movements that Lan Zhan found unbearably attractive.
The robes Lan Zhan had shoved his swollen gut into were increasingly uncomfortable, the press of fabric making his belly feel huge. Lan Zhan reached to try and soothe the place his waistband was pressing into his bloat, and had to turn his head away to belch deeply.
“Why don’t you go sit down, sweetheart,” Wei Ying said, and Lan Zhan flushed.
“I cant sit,” Lan Zhan admitted, hot with embarrassment. It hadn’t been more dignified to be dressed at all. His ears were burning.
“Oh?” Wei Ying asked, and then smirked as he understood. “Oh sweetheart, is your belly too big?”
“Yes,” Lan Zhan admitted, his voice coming out a whine. “My robes barely fit.”
“I can tell,” Wei Ying said gently, laying his own robes over a chair. He'd stripped all the way down, exposing the long, wiry lines of his body. His cock was pretty and fully hard, and he stroked himself leisurely as Lan Zhan watched. “They look so tight. You must have worked so hard to stuff your belly into them.”
“I did,” Lan Zhan whined, mortified at the desperation in his own tone. “I'm so bloated.”
“Why don’t you try and sit first,” Wei Ying suggested, and for a second Lan Zhan thought he didn’t understand, before the glint in his eye suggested that he understood perfectly.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan tried to protest, and just watched Wei Ying’s grin grow more wicked.
“Be a good boy for me,” Wei Ying said, and Lan Zhan couldn’t refuse him.
Lan Zhan sat on the bed slowly, groaning as he felt the fabric press even more tightly into his sore, bulging gut. The pressure was too much and he whimpered as he felt his tummy straining the seams.
“Wei Ying,” he panted, then let out a big burp. “Please, I can’t, my belly…”
Lan Zhan sobbed in relief as the seams on his pants finally gave out, his belly spilling free. He squirmed and panted and they ripped further, the crest of his belly bulging against his less constricting outer robes. His belly hung forward and he couldn’t stop taking big, sobbing breaths, burping again.
“There you go, sweetheart,” Wei Ying said, and Lan Zhan looked up to find him with a hand moving over his cock, the slick head disappearing into his fist. “That poor tummy.”
Lan Zhan could only clutch the bulk of it, too overwhelmed to do anything else. Another sob climbed in his chest as he thought about what he’d done, how bloated he was, that he had no idea how long his belly would stay inflated so big.
Wei Ying came up to soothe him, kissing the top of his head and cupping his flushed cheek. “You’re alright, hey? That’s my good boy,” Wei Ying said, bringing his fingers up to Lan Zhan’s mouth. Lan Zhan sucked on them eagerly, needing something in his mouth, even as he blinked back tears.
“So desperate,” Wei Ying said, his voice unbearably gentle. “Can’t resist stuffing yourself with sweets until you bloat. You’re so greedy, huh?”
Lan Zhan nodded miserably, his breath hitching on a whimper as Wei Ying drew his fingers out of Lan Zhan’s mouth.
“Let’s get these robes off,” Wei Ying said, crouching to undo his belt. It felt like it took forever, Lan Zhan moaning in relief as the pressure on his belly finally lessened, Wei Ying hands soothing the place he’d been constrained. He belched again, mortified by it now that Wei Ying was so close.
“I bet that felt really tight, didn’t it,” Wei Ying said, and waited for Lan Zhan to nod miserably before moving on to untie his robes. This, finally, went more quickly, the sensation of his belly finally spilling free pulling another sob out of him. It felt so good to let his belly expand all the way.
Lan Zhan flushed to see his huge belly hanging out of his pants, the seams gaping. His shirt had ridden up so his bloat poked out beneath it, and Lan Zhan lifted his arms so Wei Ying could take it off.
Wei Ying crouched down to kiss his bulging belly, holding the sides gently in his hands. Lan Zhan couldn't stop the weak, hiccuping sobs that kept shaking him. He'd been so bloated for so long that even getting what he wanted just made him feel more needy for it. He arched his back helplessly, groaning as he stuck his big belly out further, his cock throbbing.
Wei Ying kissed slowly up the curve of his belly, lathing the taut surface of it with attention. He sucked on the sensitive skin and Lan Zhan whined, spreading his legs desperately for more of something, thought he wasn’t sure what.
“Please,” Lan Zhan begged. “Wei Ying, please.”
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” Wei Ying said, reaching to stroke his cock through his pants, still pressing kisses against his belly.
"More," Lan Zhan said miserably, the bedsheets clutched in his hands. "More, please... I... I'm so bloated.” Lan Zhan burped. “I need my belly rubbed. Please… I feel so big.”
“I know,” Wei Ying said, leaning in to kiss his flushed cheeks. “I know, sweetheart. Why don’t you lie down for me?”
Lan Zhan nodded, holding his distended belly as he struggled to lie back on the bed. He let Wei Ying remove his pants, nothing left to hide how hard his cock was and how huge his belly had bloated.
Wei Ying urged him onto his side, and then fit himself behind Lan Zhan, cock pressed against his ass. “Is this what you need, baobei,” he asked, his skin hot against Lan Zhan’s and his hand rubbing slow circles on his inflated belly.
"Yes," Lan Zhan groaned, trying to squirm back into him, palming his own cock as Wei Ying rubbed his enormous belly. It felt so good to have Wei Ying’s hands on his bloat, soothing the aching swell of it. Wei Ying ran his fingers over the mark where the waistband had pressed in, making soft sympathetic noises.
“Does that feel good?” Wei Ying asked, kissing up Lan Zhan’s neck. “Getting your big bloated tummy rubbed and spoiled all day?”
Lan Zhan whined, stroking his cock faster. Wei Ying was everywhere, pressed up against him, his voice teasing and sweet in Lan Zhan’s ear.
“Your tummy is so pretty stretched out like this,” Wei Ying said, his hand gentle and soothing on the taut, sensitive surface. “This poor bloated belly. So big and tight.”
Lan Zhan came hard with Wei Ying’s hand soothing his belly, sobbing and squirming as he spilled into his hand. Wei Ying kissed his neck as he came, hushing him and massaging his gut.
“Good boy,” Wei Ying murmured. “There you go, sweetheart.”
Lan Zhan felt so good in the aftermath, his belly no less big and bulging, but some of his restless desperation soothed by the way that Wei Ying was fondling and stroking it. Wei Ying’s hand was a blissful pressure and Lan Zhan nuzzled back into Wei Ying’s embrace, arching his back so his belly pressed harder into Wei Ying’s touch.
Drowsy and content, Lan Zhan rocked his ass back against Wei Ying’s erection, grinding lazily into him until Wei Ying stilled his hips, giving his neck a nip.
“You can suck me off a little later," Wei Ying said. "If you keep doing that I'll make a mess all over you and then I'll have to stop rubbing your belly to clean us up."
"Don't stop," Lan Zhan moaned, overwhelmed by his own pleasure, his huge belly sore and overfull.
“I know,” Wei Ying said, kissing up his jaw. Wei Ying stroked his hand from the top of Lan Zhan’s belly to the very bottom, his hand traversing the whole curve of it. It gurgled and complained under his hand. “I won't stop, sweetheart.”
Lan Zhan was lax and hazy with pleasure, burping as Wei Ying massaged his straining tummy, his eyelids growing heavy under the gentle treatment. Wei Ying’s hand on his belly was the last thing he was aware of before he drifted off to sleep in Wei Ying's arms.