@sushibadgerii
The air is thick with the sweet, heavy scent of vanilla and melted sugar, but the real gravity in this room is you. I want to look up from beneath you and see you exactly as you are: a soft, insatiable, mindless piggy, utterly consumed by your own greed. I want to push past every limit your body thinks it has, funneling endless, velvety streams of heavy cream and rich, melted ice cream straight down your throat. I want to watch your throat work in desperate, rhythmic gulps as you struggle to keep up with the torrent, heavy white cream drooping from your chin and slicking your chest.
There is no stopping, no thinking—just pure, relentless consumption. I want to hand-feed you thousands upon thousands of decadent calories, shoving spoonful after spoonful into your mouth until your senses blur and all you know is the taste of excess.
And as you expand, I want to be utterly trapped by you. I want to be pinned completely flat against the bed, completely helpless beneath the suffocating, heavy overflow of your growing gut. I want to feel the sheer, crushing weight of your belly pressing the air from my lungs—a massive, soft expanse of pure indulgence cascading over the hard lines of my abs like a slow-moving landslide. As you sink deeper into me, your soft, heavy flesh will spill over my sides, binding us together in a sweaty, sticky heap of gluttony. You’ll be too full to move, too mindless to care, completely weighed down by your own greed while I am worshipfully buried alive underneath you.
