(This is my first contribution for @fatguarddog kinktober (i will not be doing all prompts and there is a big chance that i will post them later than is expected but i will try to do at least a few contributions^^))
FatGuardDog kinktober prompt 1: Overindulged
Fancy restaurant, the hidden corner in the back, comfy seats, wooden table… and us.
“So…” I ask playfully, my eyes running up and down your body. “Did you decide what you want to order?”
“I dont know,” you murmur, moving pages on the menu, “like, it all looks so delicious I can’t decide… and I am so hungry I feel like I can eat literally everything here…”
As if your stomach wanted to agree with you, your belly rumbled. My mouth immidiately turned into an even bigger smirk than before.
“What if…” I say as I take the menu from your hands, “you would let me make that decision for you, hmm?”
You don’t say anything. Just stare at me, your soft cheeks slowly turning red and I don’t even need to hear your answer, I already have it.
A Plate full of nuggets and fries.
I wanted to start with something simple, so my intentions wouldn’t be that obvious. I watch you with a smile, barely eating my own crunchy toast and salad. You eat the nuggets and fries like your life depends on it. Like you haven’t eaten in ages. All that nice, greasy, caloric fried food slowly disappearing into your belly. I notice how you have to sit a bit differently because your belt is probably starting to cut between your belly rolls. And you don’t even know what is going to happen next.
You look at me in a bit of a shock when you realize I ordered you another main course, right after you finished that big platter of nuggets and fries, but you don’t complain, just murmur something about you not being able to finish that. But we both know that is not true. As you eat the pizza, piece after piece, you are getting really full, and your clothes are starting to be really uncomfy, especially on your soft belly. I see that. I see how are you blushing when you are opening your belt. How you breathe out when your belly has a bit of space again, even though we both know you will also need to open buttons on your pants soon. Because we are not finished yet.
You aren’t even able to say you are full already, when the waiter brings a big choclate cake. That sweet goodness melts in your mouth and you are not saying anything because you are too full to even talk, plus, you can’t stop eating. Your belly is now literally laying on your lap, slowly starting to touch the table. You feel so full, so heavy, so amazing. I gently touch your belly, giving you a few gentle pets, feeling how bloated and full you are. But I am not done yet.
I have to literally feed you spoon by spoon. You just eat and slowly moan. I can feel with my fingertips how strechted your skin is, how incredibly overstuffed you are, but ice cream is ice cream and I know you would eat it, no matter what. I notice how your belly is not just touching the table, but starting to get stuck under it. How the buttons on your shirt are starting to struggle more and more to hold that thin fabric on your body. This will have its consequences, and not just on your clothes, but your body, your belly, thighs, neck, the number on the scale.
I kiss your cheek as you swallow the last piece of the ice cream. You are breathing heavily, holding your huge round belly, partially stuck under the table, but I can sense how much pleasure you feel without any words. And I feel it too. You are so perfectly overfed, overstuffed, overindulged. And I can’t wait to do something like this again and again…
