“Good morning, sleepyhead; I let you sleep in while I prepared this ‘appetizer’ for you pre-breakfast.”

“Now, I know you said that you’ve always wanted to be funnel fed, so I thought it would be a nice surprise to have you rise and shine to a belly full of calorie dense shake. I’ve made sure that we don’t have to worry about you getting cold feet, as you see I’ve made resistance futile. Thus, all I need you to do is open that gaping maw of yours and let this creamy goodness work its magic.”

Tossing caution to the wind, I nod and open my mouth. The shake flows in, one pitcher at a time, until all four are consumed.

From its rich, creamy, goodness I can tell that you cut no corners on adding extra heft. Lord only knows how many calories per pitcher — 4K? 5K? More? — but I feel the pressure on my gut, still engorged from last night’s feast, grow, and I swear I can see it rising up, expanding, growing with every swallow.

You adjust your position to avoid putting pressure on my expanding belly, and as one hand pours the other starts to rub that rapidly filling gut, relieving the pressure and helping make room of the continued rush of what is probably the liquid equivalent of consuming straight lard to my blubbery belly.

Once the pitchers are empty and I am full as a tick, you turn your full attention to that vast expanse of flab, massaging, groping, rubbing, squeezing with both hands. You lean forward, letting your mouth in on the action as you lick and nuzzle that belly, and suckle and nip at my moobs.

I am verryy drunk and sooo full 🤰🏻

Super tight bloated belly slaps, after about 3 cups of rice, .5L cake shake and 4L water... is it weird im still hungry despite my belly being so sore? 😅🫣