Daniel Hansen Belly Lover

My head was spinning - now there were two of them?! Two hot greedy feeders eager to fatten me and take me closer to being a fat slave. Trond caught sight of my hard-on and grabbed it lustily.

“Yeah! Good piggie. Let’s get you bursting shall we?” Loukas returned from the kitchen with Trond’s beer and clinked with him.

“Ben’s a special guy.” He said, stroking my belly, pulling me close to him and kissing me deeply.

The evening progressed with plenty of beer and a fiery Icelandic spirit that burned as it went down but made me feel hot and sexy. Trond wanted to see how drunk he could get me whilst Loukas continued to feed me platefuls of cake and ice cream. Soon I was bloated beyond recognition, my gut hung-out swollen and oiled with cream. Trond had ordered me to take off my swimming gear and stand in front of him, swaying, belching and erect.

“This pig is fucking fit to burst man!” said Trond, smoking a fat cigar and rubbing my cock and gut with his bare foot as he reclined back, unbuckling his belt. All three of us were wasted, but me clearly more. Loukas stared at me with greedy eyes.

Trond, stood up, towering above me like Hercules, tore off his shirt and dropped his shorts to reveal a enormous fat cock that smacked against my belly almost knocking me over. Before I knew it Loukas was naked too, they both half-carried me into the bedroom and I fell to my knees as they collapsed onto the bed. Trond beckoned me forwards.