stuffing them so nice and full they canât help but slip into a food coma. promising youâll take such good care of them while they rest - after all, they worked so hard, didnât they? theyâll feel so much better after a good nap. but then, of course, they just look so plush, so comfy and beautifulâŚyou canât help yourself. you need to reach out and touch. grab. squeeze, knead, bounce â your sweet, sleepy doughball. youâre even able to work some air out of them, burps slipping out unhindered by shame or etiquetteâŚor wakefulness.
now that theyâve made some room, they look like they could use a snack.
you gently jostle them awake, holding a treat near their mouth. âhi, baby. here - just one more bite,â you murmur, knowing theyâre too sleepy to protest. you press it past their lips, stroking their cheek as they chew, and the moment they swallow you coax them back to sleep.
itâs even easier than you thought.
so you start the cycle over: worshipping their body, mouthing at their chest, grinding against their thighs and tummy, diving between their legs, reaping the rewards of their indulgence for themâŚcareful not to send them over the edge. not yet. if they start to wake up from an overeager bounce of their belly or too sharp a nip at their rolls? well, that just means itâs time for another treat~
a dizzyingly delicious cycle, so easy to get lost in. feeding them up even fuller than they started â and theyâre just too deep in dreamland to keep track of how many âone more biteâs theyâve had. by the time they wake up for real, theyâre packed to the brim, so full they canât even roll overâŚand they barely know why. even more, theyâre so riled up from however long you spent gorging yourself on them, itâs all they can do to beg you for help. so stuffed they canât move, so turned on they canât focus, and completely at your mercy.
you did promise theyâd feel better once they woke up, didnât you?
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