#cookie writes

What on earth is so hot about a mercilessly stuffed belly? After concentrated feasting, you look like you’ve doubled your weight—but only around your belly. Your belly is now so plump and bloated that it really sticks out, demanding its own space. It even protrudes beyond your sides. How heavy does that feel? How much is your own greed weighing you down? Your belly has to hold so much volume. It has to use up its entire capacity. A round, stuffed orb — your universe of chubbiness and gluttony. Normally, your well-padded, soft belly hangs over your fat pad. I can feel that delicate fold and play with your overhang. Now there’s practically no fold left—your lower belly is stretched so taut, which is also an exciting sensation. You’re so sensitive where your skin is widened like that. Your stuffed belly draws me in magically. I can’t look away. I want to feel it. I want to run my new pink glitter nails over it, sending shivers of pleasure through your whole body. I want to cover your roundness and fullness with my kisses, lick you and bite you to experience and celebrate your new dimension. Have you digested a little? I need to press my face into your belly fat. Oh, that's so satisfying and stimulating. A good thing that with your belly protruding so far I can way easier reach your cock, which is already waiting eagerly for my care, as I see. Go ahead and rest your round tummy on my head - I like the soft heaviness. Afterwards, you’ll still be hungry for me, I hope? I’ll help us get comfortable and help you eat again—but me, please. When we're finished I’d like to rest my head on your belly, lying on your fat softness, the best pillow for me. I’ll stroke your lower belly a little longer until I fall asleep. Will you run your fingers through my hair and sing me a soft song about how happy we are?

I like curves on men. A voluptuous, well-nourished body creates the most beautiful curves I can imagine. A round belly that juts out into the world in a delicate curve is so striking and wonderful. But a chubby man’s gut also has a particularly wonderful curve, where the lower belly so soft and round spills over the waistband of his pants. This round lower tummy is most prominently displayed when the paunch hangs out roundly because the shirt rides up - hat a celebration of curves for the eye! But I also like the curve of the belly at the top, where the round bulge sets off the breasts and creates a wonderful semicircle that nicely emphasizes the belly’s fullness. All these curves are so wonderful to observe, naked or in a tight shirt, and I have to really pull myself together not to trace them with my fingers at an inappropriate moment, just as a painter would do with a brush to capture the singular moment. The especially delightful, broad curve of your flared middle matches so lovely the curve of your love handles and is balanced by your round, full bottom, whose curves also add to my pleasure as well. Every roll on your body is a fantastic curve in its own; they all deserve to be celebrated. I can’t get enough of looking at your bulging body and praise every new curve I discover on you. I wanna nourish them, encourage them, create them with you. I admire you as if you were a Baroque painting I created myself - a celebration of the joy of sensuality and gluttony.

I love that moment when your T-shirt suddenly isn’t tight just because you’ve draped it that way - but because it has no other chance than to actually sit so tight.  Over the last few months, you’ve enjoyed your meals bigger and bigger, having snacks at hand all of the time, giving in to gluttony, stuffing yourself time and again until your tummy was so bloated you moaned I should rub it to give you some relief—which I love doing! But now it's not just bloat anymore - it's fat that softens your body. Your T-shirt fits snugly now over your belly. You are still able to cover your big round gut if you drag the shirt down, but it’s only a matter of weeks before this won’t help anymore. I love it when you outgrow your clothes. I like this phase of the tight T-shirt, when I can watch your belly move so beautifully - not just when you’re walking, but even when you’re breathing, laughing, talking, or singing. All this waves of life on your jiggly belly fat, your round ball of a tum moving up and down so gently. Oh, I love the soft fullness that’s gathered around your midsection.  Sure you're a little sad because it's one of your favorite shirts that won't fit anymore soon, but hey: We'll find a new favorite shirt, and maybe buy it a little bigger this time, just in case you're not done gaining weight yet. After all, your growing love handles have to fit in there too, don't they? I also see you struggling with your pants. It’s getting harder and harder to button them under your big belly—which is why you always unbutton them with relief as soon as you’re alone or with me. Even though I love to watch how relieved you are when the pressure eases up, and love to grab your freed soft underbelly teasingly: Maybe it’s time to buy more stretchy pants with elastic waistbands to give your hungry belly - and also your sweet round butt - the freedom to live comfortably. You deserve to be comfortable - and you want to keep feasting without holding back, right?  Don’t worry, I also like it when you push the elastic waistband all the way down under your belly at home to set your wobbly tummy completely free so I can play with it a bit, I can still stroke and knead your fat fullness. Come on, I’ll get you some snacks and feed them to you—because outgrowing a size can only be the beginning. 

It’s suddenly gotten so hot. if you’re one of those guys whose summer clothes have suddenly become a little or much too tight over the course of the year: Go buy some comfortable shorts, but I’d still love to see you in your shirt. In your tight shirt that barely fits over your growing round belly. Or in your shirt that’s still comfortably loose, but has somehow gotten a little short over the last few months. For me, every summer day is more beautiful with a cute belly peek in my sight. When your round belly slips out of your shirt because you’re lifting something over your head, because you’re raising your hand to wave at me, because your belly wiggles so much as you walk past me that your shirt starts to move. Oh boy, don’t blush—I really, really like it. Okay, if you’ll let me, I’d like to run my hand briefly over your fluffy gut, because it’s so soft and round right where it’s peeking out from under your shirt. I’ll have a hard time keeping my fingers to myself, please don’t make me. When you’re sitting across from me and your shirt rides up as you sit, revealing that cute little strip of belly fat, while you’re gesturing animatedly as you tell me about your favorite things—I might get a little distracted, but only because you’re even hotter to me then than before. Here’s to a wonderful fatboy summer!

I’ve never been much into mutual gaining —I wanted my guys to be big, and I wanted to be just a little juicy myself. But now that you’ve got me hooked, I want to experience my perfect chubby girl and boy summer with you. I want to be on the beach with you and just feel happy and content. Bellies out, relaxation in. Pretty boy, feed me ice cream, drink sugary cocktails with whipped cream with me, and let’s grab fries and grilled cheese when we’re in the mood for something hearty. When you walk across the beach and your round belly hangs so wobbly and plump over your swim trunks, I immediately want to dive into the sea with you and press myself tightly against your warm, soft body, knead your fat, and feel happy to have such a wonderfully heavy man. Tell me that I’m your skinny puppy girl and that you think I need a lot more treats so I won’t be so thin. When I stand in front of you in my bikini, hug me from behind, squeeze my soft breasts and knead my round, jiggly belly, and tell me how cute you think it is, especially as it gets rounder and bigger throughout the day because we can’t stop eating. Tell me you think my belly and back rolls are cute when I'm lying next to you reading, and say it so lovingly that I know you mean it and that I am your pretty girl. And don't let my big butt pass you without giving it a little pat or a gentle squeeze. I’ll lovingly rub sunscreen all over your big, soft, round belly, your chubby back, and your broad arms so you don’t get sunburned—you’re already hot enough for me as it is, cutie. In the evening, I want to stroll with you through a city plaza still sizzling with summer heat, in a thin, fluttering summer dress that doesn’t hide the fact that we went out for pizza tonight and enjoyed it so much until the last slice – and also the big portion of Tiramisu afterwards. When we go dancing afterwards in the cozy dance bar, I love to feel and see our soft bodies in motion, enjoying the music and ourselves. We take up space and that is just right. Let me feel and hear from you that I am the most beautiful round and jiggly girly to you. I’ll make sure your sweet delightful round belly is never empty this summer. I want to feel so full and proud all the time, strolling with my well-fed handsome man and enjoying life while you call me your Big Mama. What do you think, how much will we gain until the end of summer?