~food is love~

Hours after the start, but moments past the final straw of those last eager spoonfuls: his whole middle now solid, swollen firm, stretched tender under my roving hands. He leans back into my arms, all but pinned to me by the sheer weight of his own indulgence-- that last loss of judgment and control that seeded this hour or three of sleepy vulnerability, glutted and utterly exposed as a strained groan slips out here, or a soft belch there. He can only sink deeper into the soft intoxication of overwhelming satiety -- the heaviness, gentle but irresistible as it presses him back into me, my eager hands and his languid ones each rubbing or tracing every inch of his belly together, in turn -- my fingers, so hungry to explore, to press and glide and knead, to cradle warm taut curves or sink into each discovered softness-- his fingers, unable to keep from clutching weakly at his bulging sides as he moans in helpless pleasure.

Over at the usual place!

Over at the usual place!

@rainyyyydayssss was feeling particularly forceful, so she made me funnel multiple shakes back to back…I had no choice but to open my mouth, relax my jaw, and let every drop of the fattening concoction drain down my throat. How many did I have?? You’ll have to watch it when it uploads here!

Posting more over here!

Bloated then >>>>>> bloated now 😈

N….no one’s gonna notice…right?? 👉👈

what do you mean my belly is poking out?

🌶️ 🔗

(Cameo by @rainyyyydayssss )

Being the subject of someone’s art is so flattering in a unique type of way :’)