I juggled around with whether or not to submit this story for a while now, but I've decided to go on ahead and see what you fine folks think.<br />This is ultimately not my story. "Bellyfruit" was born of an attempt to recreate the works of another author who has, as of now, been gone from this website for quite some time. I had always enjoyed her rather off-colour inflation stories, and was saddened when I discovered that she had deleted her account. <br />While wishing her all the best, I decided to try to type up some of one of favorites from memory: "Butterballs", altering a few details to appeal to my own tastes. What started as a simple exercise mutated into it's own work, with a multitude of recognizable elements from the original.<br />So, if you see a few things that seem familiar, that was purely intentional. I'm not trying to pass this off as my own original idea, and will probably move it into scraps after a few days, but I feel as though it's worth sharing.<br /><br />This was also my first experiment in trying to write something a little less clinical and more...sensual. So take what you will from it.