*for all sub feedees out there a gender neutral tex, enjoy*
You moan heavily and push one more donut into your mouth. You pat your belly lazily, your jeans are unbuttoned for a while and your stomach looks like a bloated ball. You catch my regard and bite one more donut. I guess it’s 10th one?
I know you try to impress me but for that you need to try harder. I move silently another box of greasy pastry to you and say:
- This one, too.
You nod humble and make a deep breath. You continue to eat and your belly expands visibly as you push more and more food down your throat. You rub your aching belly but can not stop. I can see your face goes pink, you don’t try to hide how awfully full and arouse you are.
You want to eat, you want to get fatter, you want me to touch your growing body.
- Please…, - you groan weakly rubbing your bloated stomach.
I sit next to you.
- Baby, you know the rules, - I say, - you’ve been a bad piggy this week, you’ve only gained three pounds. And I like my piggies really fat.
You blush a little bit.
- Maybe you moved to much? - I say and pinch your love handle red from lots of stretch marks, - Maybe I should tie you down and not let you go until you can’t get up?
- Yes, please, - you say and your flabby body almost shake like a jelly from excitement, - I will be a good piggy…
I know you like me to be in charge of your body. Of every pound you pack on your belly, ass of boobs. And I want you fat, even fatter then you already are, a jiggly mountain of fat that I feed and fuck. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
- Open your mouth, - I interrupt you with buttery cake. You eat those one by one. You try so hard that I decide to reward you and rub your belly. It is so tight like you are ready to pop but you don’t stop eating eagerly from my hands.
You respond to every touch, your breath is heavy and cheeks are red like you already on the edge of orgasm but you eat more and more. I notice that there’s no more cakes left in the box.
- Well done, baby, you’ve eaten about 10 000 calories in one sitting, - I say, rubbing your belly gently, - you are such a glutton.
You bite your lips trying to get comfortable with the heaviness of your belly. My hand slides down from your bloated stomach and places between your legs. You moan loudly.
- Ok, let’s take care of you.