things to do when she wakes up the next morning:
squish, squish, squish. dig your fingers into her softest bits and let her feel how much she’s starting to soften and hang
more belly slaps, not as gentle now that she’s only a little full from the night before. put some strength into it. make her groan. make some handprints on all her tender skin.
slide your hand under where her belly’s drooping onto the bed so you can feel how heavy it is
stick your thumb in her belly button and pinch her gut with your forefinger and give her a nice jiggle
kiss up and down the soft sensitive insides of her thickening arms
kiss her nice plump tits. suck them if you want. she’s a cow after all…
whisper in her ear how much she ate the night before. how greedy she is. how hungry she is. how she’ll always be hungry, always growing, always wanting more.
slip ur hand down over the curve of her empty belly, over her mound, until you can feel how wet she is from all the attention
play with her for a bit and then take ur hand away. no more touching til she finishes breakfast.
help her to the table, let her take a seat, and start feeding her.
when she’s newly stuffed, breathless and squirming in her chair, shivering and dazed from being too fucking full, let her waddle back to bed.
… see above and REPEAT. repeat until all she wants is food and your touch. until the only hard part is walking from bed to the table. until she’s hypnotized by the steady cycle of chewing, swallowing, and sleeping it off. until she’s addicted to the pleasure. until she’s the heavy, sleepy sow you always promised she’d be.
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