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Gosh one of the hottest things ever is to read about how men can’t reach themselves any more.

How their need for food, to be full, has overridden any reason so long that all that’s left of them is a lard locked manhood. How it’s been swallowed up by the calories they keep stuffing in their face.

You might not even know that’s your goal when gaining. But that’s where you’re headed.

Into needing my help to get off like a good lik blubber ball.

yikes-belly

I love the way you look up at me sheepishly, surrounded by empty takeout containers, your belly hanging out of your unzipped pants.

“I got a little hungry….”

You try to stifle a burp but it just makes your bloated fat tummy jolt and jiggle. You let out a little wimper of pain; you’re helplessly stuffed. Let’s get that belly of yours taken care of. I help you up and you’re swaying slightly from the immense amount of food you’ve packed in. You cradle your heavy belly in one hand.

“Ooof, it huuuurts. I shouldn’t have eaten so much but it was all so good I couldn’t help myself. I think I really overdid it. I just kept eating and eating until it was all gone. And now my tummy is so big and achy and tight.”

I press up behind you and put my hands on the sides of your belly. You let out a soft little moan. You feel rock hard under the thick layer of pudge you’ve put on recently. You’re full to the brim. You’ve been overeating more and more frequently, requiring my help soothing your poor stuffed tummy and getting chubbier meal by meal. I jiggle the pudge beneath my hands and you gasp at the sensation of your whole body moving with your heavy gut.

I help you lay down, propping you up with pillows so you’re comfortable and you can see the plump roundness of your full belly mounded out in front of you, your love handles spilling to the side, your squashy thighs widening out on the bed, your soft flabby chest spilling gracefully to either side of your belly. You’re a sight to behold, stuffed and round like this. Youre making the soft little noises of discomfort and arousal that drive me almost as crazy as the feel of your plushness beneath my hands.

“You’re getting so fat, sweetheart, eating like this. Look at you. So soft and jiggly. You’re packed tight as a drum from all that takeout, aren’t you? Aww poor baby, I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.”

I begin to rub your belly and you sigh in delight, your eyes slipping closed. I start with soft trailing caresses, mapping the expanse of the roundest part of your belly. Then I knead the softer parts of your belly, your pudgy hips and sides. Finally I rub the most taut, stuffed dome of your tummy, and I see you relax into my touch as I calm its angry, over-full contents. I lie next to you now, one hand draped over your belly, rubbing in slow circles. We fall asleep like that, you and your big full belly warm and safe in my arms.

tummysmoocher

One of my biggest fantasies as of late is wanting to get off just from grinding against my partners belly. They’re full, so stuffed, and I’m sitting on their lap rocking myself against their straining gut. With every rock of my hips, I get closer to the edge, and they let out a burp that trails off into a moan, too full do anything except sit there and feel their whole body jiggle and sway. Maybe the motion of me grinding against their tummy makes their fat press down and aid in getting them off right along with me. Either way, I just want to be grinding myself desperately against a huge belly, whimpering about how big and fat they are for me and how crazy it drives me

bluebluebluegreen

hm. what i want is to have a needy feedee sitting between my legs with their back to my chest, high or tipsy or both, letting me feed them heavy fattening food from behind and whisper filth into their ear, getting them so stuffed and worked up all they can do is fondle their heavy gut and moan with their head thrown back on my shoulder while i stuff them and shove my hand between their legs to pull a gasping, overwhelming orgasm out of them as a reward for finishing it all

renlxvee

I love seeing people lose control…slowly giving in and consuming more and more calories each day and watching the fat pack onto every inch of their body. And before they know it, they’re a fat, heavy, jiggling mess who can’t even walk to the fridge without getting out of breath.

paticheri

Overeating is always hot but to me, the hottest kind by far is deliberate, conscious overeating. Someone keeping on eating long past satiety to the verge of bursting out of pure, undiluted indulgence. Forcing themselves to keep on cramming more and more in because they refuse to stop experiencing all those different, delicious flavors until their stomach is so packed they couldn’t fit another bite in. In theory, that is. They can probably find some room to finish their plate. And maybe for a little more dessert.

paticheri

A fantasy that never gets old to me is someone who has eaten so much they’re already visibly bloated: taking a deep breath has already gotten difficult for them, they can’t speak without burping between sentences and they sure feel like it’s going to be a long time before they can move from where they are. But there’s still plenty of tasty food left and they’re not ready to stop eating just yet. They still have some room left, they insist! They just can’t get up right now!

So I, their always doting partner, naturally take on the responsibility of bringing them more food and rubbing their increasingly rounder belly, feeling more taut under my fingers with each bite they take, so my sweetie can decadently eat and eat until they’re truly filled to the absolute brim. Which they’ll sleep off just to start all over again as soon as the fullness subsides a little.