FatPupCat

@overfedcub sent me a prompt for another story, and I gotta say, this prompt was wonderful. Put yourself where you want in the fantasy 😏 definitely gonna be a part two at some point

I hear someone struggle for a moment with the lock before the door swings open to reveal your gluttonous figure. You stumble in, face a bit red and a grin on your lips- clearly someone had a few drinks at the pub watching rugby. It’s been a few years since it fit properly, but you’re dressed in your old rugby uniform. Once, it would’ve fit perfectly, tight on your muscles, your beefy body accented in all the right ways. I squint and imagine how it looked, your little power gut still hidden behind the fabric. Now though, that’s all gone, buried in fat, all because of my cooking and feeding. Your gut sticks out from the bottom of the jersey, a glob of fat that jiggles with every step. The shirt looks seconds away from clean ripping in half if you take too deep of a breathe.

You sling me a smile before collapsing onto the couch, the jersey riding up to reveal your deep belly button. I watch your fat jiggle and settle, the fat of your ass stretching out your jeans. You belch, the smell of liquor filling the air, and you beckon me over, that grin growing bigger as you pat your beach ball gut. I grin back, swigging the rest of my drink, ready for a spicy night. I grab the boxes of donuts and bottle of wine I have ready and make my way over. Your legs are spread wide trying to accommodate that gut spilling out, and I can’t help but give it a squeeze as I plant a drunken kiss on those fat lips. I quickly follow by shoving a donut into your mouth, which you don’t even protest. I bring the bottle of wine to your lips, all that fattening sugar, and command you to drink. “Keep going ya pig” I say as you take the bottle and donuts, and I make my way down to my knees in front of you. As you continue to down the donuts, the cream filled ones exploding in your mouth, followed by swigs of the sweet wine, I push my hands up your jersey, revealing more of that beautiful belly. I stare admirably at your double chin as you pause in your eating to smile down at me, patting your belly again as you belch. This sends ripples down your layers of fat, sending my cock into a frenzy. I grin and squeeze your moobs as you return to eating, and I turn my attention to those jeans that are straining to contain your fat.

I undo the button, having to force my fingers between the waistline and your fat pad, causing you to moan at its sensitive feel. Your gut springs free and you sigh, the pressure relieved as your fat springs outward. I pull off your pants and toss them to the side, your hard on obvious in your boxers, stretched as tight as your jersey. I grin up at you as my hands make my way to your backside and pull them off, your fat cheeks spreading across the sofa. Your cock springs out, bobbing against your fat. You groan as I reach up and play with your nipples, nibbling on your stomach. “I need… more…” you manage, your mouth stuffed with the last donut. “Oh don’t you worry hog, there’s plenty more where that came from” I respond, getting up to grab the boxes of eclairs as you swig from the already half-empty bottle.

I return with boxes of fattening eclairs, and set them down next to you. At this point you’ve taken off your jersey, your fat spilling everywhere. You’re a mound of blubber on the couch, your gut a big pile of fat. You hiccup as I straddle your lap (what little space isn’t taken by your gut, that is), feeling your fat cock bump against my ass, your swelling gut pressing against my hard on. God, you’re so fucking hot… I pull out an eclair and push it against your lips, playing with your nipple with my other hand. The cream explodes in your mouth as your head tilts back, your moans growing deeper. I feed you a couple more like this, rhythmically humping your belly, causing it to jiggle. As you take over feeding yourself, packing on the calories, I return to my knees and your stiff fucking cock. I make one last grin up to you, staring up the mountain of fat at your cute face, before grabbing the base of your cock in one hand.

As you continue to stuff yourself with one hand, the other toying with your nipple, I begin sucking your cock. I start high with the head, my tongue flicking over it, upping the intensity of your moans. I make my way down your shaft, sending you into ecstasy at the sensation of your cock being engulfed as you fill yourself with fattening pastries. My other hand reaches up and squeezes your gut, grabbing it in patches and pulling as if I could expand it right there. I jiggle it, sending waves through your bulbous gut. Your moans continue to increase as my tongue works wonders on your fat cock, my hand massaging that belly. I can tell you’re already getting close, but this isn’t how I want you to cum. I rise from the ground and make my way up to your ear, grabbing your love handles and straddling you again, before whispering in your ear: “Take me, you fucking hog.”

You move with surprising quickness and lift me up in the air. For a moment, it’s like rugby again, your beefy muscles collaborating to hoist me up, that thick body working. Only this time your layers of fat are jiggling like crazy as you lay me on my back on the couch. You lift my legs onto your shoulders, looking down at me beneath you, so willing to be crushed under that fat. We’re both inebriated from the wine, our bodies hot as you press your your cock into my ass, my tight walls engulfing it. You let out a moan, the sensation overwhelming as your gut hangs between us. I grab one of the boxes of eclairs and stuff one into your mouth, grinning as you force it down. I tense the muscles in my ass, sending a shiver down your spine and causing you to moan as you begin fucking me, rough and hard. I groan as I continue to stuff eclairs into your mouth, feeding you as you fuck me. I watch as your belly jiggles, your tits bouncing. I pause feeding you to grab and and jiggle it, sending ripples through your whole body. The sensation puts you close to the edge, and you let my legs fall off your shoulder to wrap around your back as you come down, your cock still fucking my hole.

The sensation of your gut now crushing me fully, my cock stuck under and being rubbed by hundreds of pounds of blubber, sends me into pure ecstasy. I moan your name, telling you how much of a fat fucking hog you are, as you kiss my neck. My hands explore your expansive back, grabbing your rolls and squeezing them. I mutter how I can’t wait until you’re so fat you can’t get off the couch without help, and you groan in response, your thrusts intensifying. I squeeze your fat cheeks, jiggling each of them. Your whole body is jiggling and shaking as you pound me, your layers of fat moving with each thrust. I can feel how this feeding session has expanded your belly as it rubs against my cock, feel the layers of fat increasing.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum” you manage to groan as your thrusts reach a crescendo, the jiggles in your belly hitting a sweet spot. “M-m-me tooo” I whisper as I squeeze your fat body. As we both cum, you filling my hole with your fat cock as I cream all over your belly, I whisper how fat you are, how much of a fat fucking hog you are and how I can’t wait to blow you up more. The final shakes from the orgasm shiver through your body, causing my dick to spasm as your roles jiggle and settle.

We lay there for a bit, your beautiful blubber on top of me, gut expanding and retracting as you recover your breathe. Drunk and still somehow horny, we lay there, my hands caressing your gut and squeezing your fat. Just then, the doorbell rings.

I grin. “Pizza’s here!”

You want to be with him, right? But you also want to be like him, fat and gluttonous and still growing.

Enjoy my belly and join my discord plz!