Want to have a long session of lovemaking where I fuck him again and again in different positions, one of my hands always on his belly as it grows larger every time I cum inside him, finally giving him a break when I'm satisfied he's fit to burst from how full of me he is.
Want to watch him grunt and struggle to lift himself from the bed, the new heft around his middle slowing him down immensely, only to pull him back towards me once he's finally made it up - I can hear his belly slosh violently with all the seed I spilled inside him as he falls, and I give it a slap and a shake, appreciating my handiwork. I let him force himself up again without helping him at all, but deciding to let him go this time - until I notice my cum is leaking down his legs, and that won't do, so I pull him back again.
He's probably getting angry at this point, but I ignore his protests as I circle around the bed and sit between his legs, lifting his hips and licking up the trail of spilled seed before putting a plug inside him.
I give his belly another slap and even do him the courtesy of helping him up this time - but watching him try to get dressed has my cock hardening again. His shirt isn't fitting around that bloated middle of his, exposing a delicious and perfectly grabbable amount of his belly, though I resist the urge to do so for a moment. But then he attempts to get his pants on - he has to know buttoning them is useless, has to know what it'll do to me to watch him try, but he does it anyway. I snake up behind him and caress that exposed part of his belly and lift it, making a show of trying to help him, and just when he seems about to manage to complete his task I let his belly fall, hopelessly parting the button again; he gives a grunt and nearly topples over again, and it's so satisfying seeing him struggle like this that before I know it I'm pulling his pants down all together. He gives a whine of protest, but doesn't make any move to stop me or move away as I undo my own pants and my cock springs out, hard once again.
After all, he can still move, so clearly he still has some room. I remove his plug and quickly replace it with my cock before anything can leak out, and he moans as I start fucking him yet again in earnest. Just another load, or two, I promise into his ear; I don't want that shirt reaching past his belly button, and I don't want him able to even zip those pants. I would keep at it until he's truly pinned beneath his swollen belly, but I still want to watch him waddle his way out of my door, thoroughly bred and clothes not fitting so that everyone can see my handiwork.
That's all I want. That isn't so much to ask is it?
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