Need A Cake-stuffed Belly Up Against My Ear Rn

need a cake-stuffed belly up against my ear rn

There’s something about when a feedee groans out I’m so fat that makes me go feral. That combination of disbelief, worry and sheer lust just makes me want to start forcing them to eat and get even fatter. Like yes baby you are so fat, you’re huge and you love it this way and you’re going to get even bigger. It’s going to get so much worse and you’re going to love it every step of the way

Genuinely would lose my mind off someone let me watch them do this. Just gently rubbing their belly and encouraging them after every bite.

Stoned Stuffing Saturday

After a long week at the office, you can finally relax. You wake up around 10am on Saturday and begin your first ever all-day binge. Lately, gorging yourself silly has been all you can think about. Today you will make your fantasies come true.

You wake and bake and order a dozen donuts, three sausage breakfast sandwiches, and a large sugary iced coffee from your favorite fast food joint. While you wait for your doordash, you crack open a tub of ice cream and plop yourself on the couch. You're kinda chubby already, but after some online encouragement you're convinced that you're waaayy too skinny.

The doordash comes and you shuffle to the door in a haze. You bring your morning feast back to the couch and put on your favorite show. After an hour and a few extra tokes, all the food is gone. Your head feels fuzzy and warm, your body is glued to the couch. All you can think about is your next meal.

You decide to order three grande burritos and a quesadilla for lunch. Chips and a 2L bottle of soda are a free add-on, so you might as well get those, too. When you go to stand up for the food, you feel a breeze against your lower bulging belly. It turns you on immensely.

The first burrito goes down your gullet in a flash. By the second one you're slowing down; absentmindedly chewing as you watch a comedy movie. You pat your tightly packed gut when you finish the second burrito, proud of how much you've eaten. In between, you chug straight from the two liter bottle of soda and gulp down the melted ice cream from this morning.

Your t-shirt rides up exposing your distended swollen belly. It's shiny and red with how tight you've packed it full of food. You let out loud, unapologetic burps as you unwrap your third burrito. By 3pm, the burrito and quesadilla are tucked away in your belly, and you can't move at all. Not even to wipe your sauce-covered face. You drift off for a nap and wake up around 5pm.

Another joint and you feel the munchies kick in like crazy. Time to order more food! Dinner will be three quarter-pounder cheeseburgers with two large orders of fries from a local burger place. You lumber to your fridge, holding your globular belly as you search for the six-pack of beer you bought last night. You pull it out and waddle back to the couch with some cheetos and cinnamon rolls.

You lay out your dinner in front of you on the coffee table. Your belly is so big now, you have to spread your legs to accommodate its size. You scarf down the first greasy cheeseburger. Grease and sauce falls on your t-shirt as you gorge yourself, taking gulps of beer in between. Each burger gets more and more delicious as you indulge in your gluttony and hedonism.

Only the fries remain. You balance them on your belly as you lean back and burp helplessly. Your t-shirt rides all the way up to your chest, and your sweatpants are rolled down to make room for your big belly. You smack your full gut, causing you to belch loud and hard. You taste the beer, burritos, and burgers in your breath. Your eyes start to get heavy; the food coma finally setting in after a thrilling day of indulgence.

You pass out belly-up on the couch, dreaming of how you'll fatten yourself up tomorrow.

when i say i want to be bred, i don’t mean one creampie and done. give me round after round of your cum. give me so much of your seed we’re using it as lube. i wanna feel the burning heat against my cervix, filling my little pussy until it’s pouring down my thighs, pooling on the sheets, and don’t forget to plug my cunt up after so i always know who owns me

the feminine urge to rub his belly and tell him he’s been such a good boy 💕

The biting will continue until morale improves. The biting will also continue after morale improves. The biting will continue, regardless of the state of morale. [biting noises]