He’s on top, tiring quickly, as his thrusts become more laboured. His eyes reveal that he won’t make it, but the desire still surges stronly through him as his hips begin to slow. You know he can’t hold himself above you much longer. His weight is pleasurably suffocating you. You couldn’t escape, even if you tried. You wrap your arms around him for purchase, to help him out, but it’s no use. He’s grown too big, too heavy, too fat. And he’s bigger than ever before. You bite your lip in ecstasy, trying to hold on, trying not to erupt too soon. His appetite has finally got the better of him. He’s now succumbed fully to your charms. But it’s the first time he’s completely failed to finish like this. You always knew this day would come - the way he ate. And as you delight at a new milestone reached, he grinds to a standstill above you, his full weight now crushing you, as his fattened body slows to a stop. You kiss him sweetly on the cheek, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you whisper reassuringly in his ear as you stroke his hair. “Don’t worry about it, just roll over for me and I’ll take things from here.” Once freed, you straddle him. It shocks you how wide your thighs now have to part to contain him, when you remember how slim he was when he first met you. After pushing his belly upwards and lowering yourself onto him, you begin to rock your hips gently, feeling your gyrations echoed by his girth. You reach for the full pack of cookies you’ve kept religiously by the bedside for weeks and open it. You take the first and hover it temptingly by his mouth. You quicken your thrusts by way of temptation, as your other hand claws wildly at his softened chest. Unable to resist you, he takes a voracious bite of the fattening treat in your hand. He’s such a glutton. He’s never full, never satisfied, never fat enough, and always wanting more. You smile sweetly, but you can’t resist your darker thoughts. “Well at least you’re still good for something!” you giggle disdainfully, as you move your free hand lower to slap his generously plump belly until it glows. His fattened cheeks flush a deep, dark chrimson. It’s so sweet when he gets embarrassed like this. He knows that you love it, and so does he. But what he doesn’t yet know is that - if you can contain yourself right now - he won’t be allowed his big finish tonight, unless all his cookies are finished too.
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