fattythirst

after a long day of stuffing, this is what eating dessert is like~

it hurts, it's too much.. but it's so god damn hot and i can't stop.

I love being obese, I love how it makes me feel weak. I love how submissive it makes me.

Run your hand over it. Feel it, baby. Good. Doesn’t that feel good? The way you’re all stretched and heavy.

Yeah? You’re full? You’re sure? We’ll see.

Push a little for me, baby. Feel that hand sinking in? Yeah? Can you say yes for me, baby.

Good. Good boy. See? You can still talk. Do you know what that means, baby.

Mh… that means you still got space, doesn’t it? Yes it does. Yes. Say that there’s still space. Say it.

Good boy. Beautiful. You’re doing so good, baby. So well. Been filling up this gut. It’s such a hard task, isn’t it? But it’s right, what you said. That there’s still space. You said that. You feel that.

It’s okay. We’re in this together, aren’t we? You got this. We got this. We’ll get you all good and as full as you need to be. You need to be full, don’t you?

Good boy. That’s right. You’re right.

You know what to do, then. What you need to do. Spread those legs some more. Recline if you need to - it’s alright, if you need more space. I know. If you need to lay down, that’s alright. I need you to be comfortable, baby. In whatever way you can.

All good? Good.

Take your food, baby. You don’t need to worry about anything else. I got you. Go on. Eat up.

In your mouth.

That’s right, baby. Good. Chew. Mh. Tastes good, doesn’t it? That’s nice. Swallow.

Good. Breathe. There you go. See? You got this. Just a little more.

Take some more. There you are. There’s my man. Good. Open mouth… chew. Good boy. You got this. Swallow.

Feels pretty tight, doesn’t it? That’s good. Keep going, baby. You got this.

Eat. Swallow. Good.

Good.

Good boy.

We got this. Together. Just a little more and we’re all done. Swallow for me, baby.

Well done. Eat.

Beautiful. You’re so hot. So fucking hot, all round and pathetic. Wheezing. Good job, baby.

Eat, eat for me.

I got you.

There you are, darling. Eat.

I love you. You’re so good to me. Eating your fill so well. My beautiful man. Mine.

Eat, baby.

You’re gorgeous, just like this. Whining. Panting. Heavy breathing.

Eat.

Fucking beautiful, love. Pushed so far. Can’t be undone any more. My gorgeous goner at this point. Glutted out of your mind.

Good boy. Eat, love.

You’ll digest, right here in my arms, love. Make all of this… into more of you. Stretch out. Make yourself fatter.

Eat, baby.

Stretch your capacity more. Fatter, needier.

Eat.

It’s okay, love. Relax.

My precious glutton. My darling. My gorgeous big guy. My love. My adorable gem of a man.

Eat.

Eat until you stretch up, stretch out, again and again. For me. For you. Like you need to be. Like your stomach needs to be.

Commission for @tummiesandsuch on Twitter