Heās on top, tiring quickly, as his thrusts become more laboured. His eyes reveal that he wonāt make it, but the desire still surges stronly through him as his hips begin to slow. You know he canāt hold himself above you much longer. His weight is pleasurably suffocating you. You couldnāt escape, even if you tried. You wrap your arms around him for purchase, to help him out, but itās no use. Heās grown too big, too heavy, too fat. And heās bigger than ever before. You bite your lip in ecstasy, trying to hold on, trying not to erupt too soon. His appetite has finally got the better of him. Heās now succumbed fully to your charms. But itās the first time heās completely failed to finish like this. You always knew this day would come - the way he ate. And as you delight at a new milestone reached, he grinds to a standstill above you, his full weight now crushing you, as his fattened body slows to a stop. You kiss him sweetly on the cheek, āItās okay, itās okay,ā you whisper reassuringly in his ear as you stroke his hair. āDonāt worry about it, just roll over for me and Iāll take things from here.ā Once freed, you straddle him. It shocks you how wide your thighs now have to part to contain him, when you remember how slim he was when he first met you. After pushing his belly upwards and lowering yourself onto him, you begin to rock your hips gently, feeling your gyrations echoed by his girth. You reach for the full pack of cookies youāve kept religiously by the bedside for weeks and open it. You take the first and hover it temptingly by his mouth. You quicken your thrusts by way of temptation, as your other hand claws wildly at his softened chest. Unable to resist you, he takes a voracious bite of the fattening treat in your hand. Heās such a glutton. Heās never full, never satisfied, never fat enough, and always wanting more. You smile sweetly, but you canāt resist your darker thoughts. āWell at least youāre still good for something!ā you giggle disdainfully, as you move your free hand lower to slap his generously plump belly until it glows. His fattened cheeks flush a deep, dark chrimson. Itās so sweet when he gets embarrassed like this. He knows that you love it, and so does he. But what he doesnāt yet know is that - if you can contain yourself right now - he wonāt be allowed his big finish tonight, unless all his cookies are finished too.Ā Ā
