Fat Trixie

"Hungry? Awhhh, my poor, sweet piggy. Open up, I have just the thing for you!" Reaching over to the table beside the couch, I grab a container of macaroons. They are all different colors and flavors.

I present a pastel pink one in front of your mouth that smells faintly like strawberries, and you eat it in one bite. You close your eyes and sigh dreamily. My face is giddy with happiness as I eagerly ask you, "How is it??" You chew and nod. I squeak with happiness. "I bought them today, just for you! Want another?"

Before you can even answer, there is a chocolate macaroon between your lips. It tastes heavenly. My hands begin to rub your belly again, exploring all your rolls and stretchmarks. You sigh contently, popping another cookie in your mouth. Then another. And another.

Suddenly, a can of whipped cream appears and I have my finger on the nozzle, a mischievious look on my face. You part your lips nervously. The tip goes in, and suddenly your mouth is filled with thick sugary cream. You swallow, and more continues filling in.

My hips are moving now, rubbing my thin panties against the front of your jeans. "Keep going piggy...the entire can needs to be gone..." I breathlessly whisper. You notice my blue eyes grow uncharacteristically darker. Your belly is starting to slowly bloat up, growing tighter and more firm until we hear a rip and your fat belly bounces out, just about knocking me off your lap. The realization that your pants are torn from holding in that massive gut set in and you moan.

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*slaps my big fat belly*