i could eat

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i want to push him to eat for me. i want to feel like the devil in his ear, conditioning him to give in to pleasure. i want it to start with a cute, bulging little tummy, at first, as he moans helplessly from the struggle of digesting how much i made him eat. i want to spoil him with chocolates and sweets until his poor belly hurts, and hes still begging me for more with his eyes, wobbling his stuffed gut, showing off for me. quickly, it becomes more hands-off as his belly stretches, and all of a sudden hes eating enough for two, three people every meal. our friends look at him with shock when they see how much food he orders, when we're all going out after a concert, and i just laugh because they have no idea how much he can really pack away when i have him tied up and i wont let him cum until he finishes everything.

i want it to become obvious how much his stomach is growing as it sticks out in comparison to his flat chest. then i want him to widen, his stance shifting, legs further apart to support all that weight, or to allow his soft tummy to rest between his thighs. his belly aching and striped with stretch marks that i come up behind him to trace with my fingers. he moans at the delicate touch. hes oozing out of his jeans, his belly sticks out of all his t shirts. his sweaters all cling to his middle, making him look plush and perfect. i want his moobs to finally start coming in, still paling in comparison to his big, growing belly. i want to squeeze his fattened gut and tell him hes starting to look like a proper man, now. i want him obese, addicted to sugary sweets and rich home cooking and fatty junk food. i want him to insist hes still starving whenever he hasnt eaten himself to helpless, breathless pain. poor thing. doesnt know whats good for him. hes outgrown his wardrobe several times, now, and its more common to see him in too-small clothes tha not.

to be pampered with gentle forehead kisses and fed rich desserts until moving comfortably isn't an option anymore, your s/o rubbing deep circles into your belly to make space for more. cooking you large breakfasts in bed and taking you out to lunch and encouraging extra helpings at dinner, making sure your growing belly is filled with snacks between meals, hand feeding you rich heavy desserts when you're too full and sleepy to eat anymore.

thinking your tummy is only rounded out from being kept so full all the time but you gradually become softer around the edges, your thighs a little chunkier, your stomach starting to soften and fill out until all your tshirts are a little too tight against the soft curve of your chub and your jeans barely hold together when you sit down