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My fingers sink into his thighs as I push myself to my feet. I smirk when my imagination proves true; his eyes are squeezed shut and his teeth are clenched. I admit that we were ambitious tonight.

The cups are stacked neatly on the side table. Three empty shakes in total. There’s a fourth one waiting, condensation pooling around the bottom of the cup. I look at him again, the rise and fall of his overfull belly, barely able to get a full breath. To be fair, he did eat a lot.

I move closer and gingerly straddle his wide hips. I wonder when they’ll spread so far I won’t be able to touch the cushion beneath us. My hands immediately go to his sides, pressing in and testing the give underneath despite the soft fat. Not much, but still some.

“Oh, but you will,” I say. I reach for the final milkshake, now melted enough to go down easy. The gentle pressure of my other hand pushes a thick burp out of him and I hum in approval.

“See? You’re such a good boy.” He blushes and I know I’ve won. It wasn’t really much of a fight, anyway. “You can do it. Open up, baby.”

Despite how much I know he’s eaten tonight, he lets me put the cup to his lips and begins gulping down the shake. He drains it and I ready myself for the aftermath. I toss the cup on the table to free up both hands and he moans so deliciously. I roll my hips, pressing down on his cock. Anything to hear that sound again.

His hands grab at me; I allow him to feel what he wants as I continue soothing his packed belly, so full of cream and sugar and pure fat. Wondering where it might all end up is one of my favorite pastimes.