Dee is an FFA

~smush~

Art by dachell_ART

You walk in, heart pounding, pretending you’re just calm and collected, but the second you see him—standing there, filling out that blue shirt so perfectly it’s almost indecent—you know the universe has jokes. He’s wider, thicker, and even more mouthwateringly massive than you let yourself imagine. Shoulders so broad, love handles that dare you to reach for them, a belly that pushes out in front of him—round, heavy, straining the buttons of his shirt with every breath. He grins, shy but hungry, and you can see the heat in his eyes when he clocks the way you’re staring at him. He doesn’t get it yet—how much you want him—but that’s about to change. You take a step in, wrap your arms around him, and you’re shocked—thrilled—by how far your hands have to reach to even meet at his back. You squeeze—hard—and he lets out a little laugh, maybe a nervous sound, maybe a gasp. Your palms sink right into the soft, thick flesh of his love handles and the curve of his waist. His belly pushes between you, warm and inviting, and you lean in and whisper, “God, I can’t get enough of you.” Your hands slip lower, tracing the arc where his belly hangs over his belt, and you feel him tense—embarrassed, not used to someone worshipping him like this. But you can’t help yourself. You slide a hand up under his shirt, tracing the warm, bare skin, finding the crease at the bottom, the softest spot. He sucks in a breath. His whole body responds. And then—you do not hold back—your mouth is on his neck, biting, teasing. Your hands move up to his chest, thumbs circling over those sensitive nipples that were made for your mouth. He’s panting already, flushing, eyes wide with disbelief and hunger. You look up and say, “You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this.” You squeeze his side again, hard, pulling him against you, loving the way he fills your arms. He’s bigger than you imagined, and all you can think is, How did I ever survive before this? You’re kissing, biting, hands everywhere, his body pressed against yours, and suddenly he is the one begging—eyes wild, breathless, his body trembling under your touch. And when you finally get him on the bed, shirt off, belly rising high and proud, love handles spilling wide beneath your hands, you dive in—worshipping every inch, licking, nibbling, sinking your fingers in, teasing those soft, sensitive places nobody ever touched before. He can’t believe it. He can’t believe you. But you show him. Over. And. Over.

hrrrghhh hrrghh. lalalala. dress up time.

I guess it really does give you the munchies … that’s some behemoth belly!

John Candy and Ornella Muti in Once Upon A Crime

Think I'll just rest this here, it's getting pretty heavy