Week of Indulgence
I can barely remember the week before now. Here I lay, surrounded by bags of fast food and empty bottles of soda. My belly swollen unlike it ever has been, throbbing with food and pleasure. We both took a week off work for a bit of an indulgence staycation. It has been nonstop food day in day out with little space for getting off… considering my belly gets in the way so much now and I’m left so stuffed, even if I had the time to reach down there, I don’t have the energy by the end of the day. And you just love to tease me about it, edging me closer but never letting me cross the finish line. ‘End of the week fatty.’ You’d whisper in my ear. All I can do is whine and moan, punctuated with the occasional deep and rumbling belch. My eyes peek open slowly as I wake up, slightly blurred from drowsiness.
‘What… time is -URP- it?’ I look over at my clock, the red lights showing one in the afternoon. ‘Fourteen hours and -URRP- I’m still stuffed… what did she cram into me?’ I couldn’t remember properly, it had all been a haze of food drunken pleasure. I can feel my cock pressing against my underbelly, I had been fat enough for awhile that I could feel my belly resting on it in the mornings, but it never ceases to amaze me that I have been that greedy. My fingers trail my long stretch marks toward my crotch, my wrist getting buried under my swollen gut. My hand glides between my underbelly and thighs, feeling the squish of both. I brush against my softening fat pad, it feels like it has grown even softer. Eventually I barely manage to wrap my hand around my cock and stroke slowly. But of course, you’ve conditioned me. I can’t just jerk off, that would be far too easy. Too simple. So of course, I open the minifridge. It’s always restocked every night in case I get hungry. Not that I’ve been hungry in weeks with my gluttony. You had stocked it with half melted ice cream, one of my favourites. I pop off the cap and tip its contents into my mouth while my other hand continues its work on my cock.
‘That’s it fat boy…’ You whispered while stroking yourself. You had been watching the whole time through the crack in the door. It’s a wonder I couldn’t see you. Afterall, the crack had to be large enough to get all of me in your view. Your eyes carefully observe my thickening body, your handiwork. My massive thighs, my huge tits, my wobbling overfed belly as I slowly pleasure myself stupid for you. Your pussy throbs at the sight. You’ve conditioned me so well that the even the thought of jerking off without food has left my mind. You know I woke up stuffed to the brim, thanks to your nightly funnel sessions. You’d wake me up in the middle of the night, and while I was still in a haze, coax me into swallowing at least three full gainer shakes, before letting me fall back asleep. You knew it wouldn’t be long now before I had to stop, before I got too full and the laziness took over. You loved watching me, your fat pet get all hot and bothered about how I’m too fat and full to cum without your help. You can hear it now, the deep rumbling in my belly, the loud gulps from my throat, the slight whimper as that overstuffed feeling starts to wash over me again. Before you know it, three of the pints of ice cream are gone. All swallowed by your prized cow. You watch me pant and belch as I attempt lazily to regain any sort of composure. There was no point in attempting.
‘So… -URRRRP- So -URRP- Full… fuck… need -URRRRRP- help.’ I realise that the time had approached again, I just couldn’t stop overeating myself to this state of being unable to cum alone. You feel your own climax fast approach as you watch me give the laziest attempts at getting up. You love this. It happens so often but you can’t get enough of the sight of me being so full, so greedy, so overfed that I can’t move.
‘Mmf!’ You stifle a moan, but not enough for me to not hear it.
‘Hel-URP-lo? Are you watching -URRRRP- me?’ I pant. You open the door and walk in, completely naked and still stroking yourself.
‘Does my fat pet need help?’ You whisper. That was all I needed to become submissive, your sultry and perfect voice. ‘Poor cow, you know you have to wait till the end of the week… but maybe this one time I’ll indulge you. On the other hand…’ Your free hand grips one of my large love handles and shakes my belly, causing me to belch once more. ‘… It seems like you’ve overindulged, wouldn’t you agree fatty?’ I nod my head blushing. ‘Use your words cow. Tell me how full you are.’
‘I’m so full I -URRP- can’t even get up! My cock is buried under -URRRRRRP- my fat. I can’t stop -URRRRP- burping! Please let me -URRP- let -URP- me cum!’ I beg. Your hand cups one of my tits and squeezes my nipple, making me shiver and wobble.
‘Good boy… let’s see what I can do yeah?’ You stood on the bed and leaned over my belly, your pussy resting on the crest of it. Slowly your stroke up and down, using my fat to get yourself off, and at the same time, bouncing my belly on my cock. Giving me stimulation by you fucking my belly was so hot to us both! Not only had I gotten so horny, but so greedy that my own fat can help me cum. It feels like hours for us both, the pleasure climbing until we both finally finish, my head leans back as I continue to moan and burp, while you pant only slightly slumped over my gut.
‘Ready for breakfast fatty?’ You smirk.
‘Mhm! -URRRP-.’
