What do I want? Well.. I mean..
For starters, I’d like to get you nice and comfortable, like on a comfy couch kinda vibe. Blankets, pillows, something nice on the TV. Then, I’d like to go get some of your favorite yummy treats and put them in front of you. Except instead of ‘some’ I mean ‘a lot’. And while you’re munching away, I wanna make — or go buy — your favorite meal(s), which I will happily serve to you while you keep relaxing. And when you’ve nearly finished that, and you’re leaned back into the cushions, starting to feel full, I wanna ask if I could get you some dessert; maybe ice cream? I’ll bring you a huge bowl, sprinkled with toppings, and some cookies; I know you didn’t ask for cookies but we do have a bunch of your favorite kind so.. It’s okay if you start slowing down as you fill up, just make sure you’re satisfied and are enjoying yourself. But keep going — I wanna start vocalizing some mock dismay over the size of your appetite; surely a girl can’t be this hungry, right? There’s no way you can really be such a glutton — presses on full tummy, eliciting a soft groan — you haven’t actually been this much of a greedy lil piggy, right? You must be hiding food somewhere, like under the couch.. right? It’s just not actually hard to believe you’ve really eaten all this food so far, and are still going. Oh, speaking of… getting so full it’s hard to keep lifting more yummyness up to your lips? That’s okay, I can help you. Just open your mouth and let me keep filling it with more bites — be the greedy, good girl we both know you are. I just wanna see you keep eating n’ stretching out your stomach til you’re about to burst is all.
I mean.. You do crave the feeling of being overfilled — knowing that deep, encompassing fullness is gonna lead to you gaining, getting fatter — you can’t help but get wet thinking about it. And I love that. I love enabling you, teasing you, praising you; it’s not my fault that your tummy looks so fucking good when it’s filled to the brim with calories.
It might be a little bit my fault that you’re so fat, though. Oops.
For my closing thoughts — after you’ve done all that hard work eating way more than a day’s worth of calories, I wanna play with you. It wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t, right? I wanna feel that belly that you’ve done such a good job filling up for me. I’ll lay my hands on it, press on it, rub it; really just enjoy how heavy and firm your belly is, trying my best to help the fullness feeling that has you practically comatose. Of course, I’ll touch everywhere, not just the tummy. I wanna feel those fat thighs and hips, your titties, maybe your arms or that chubby neck. And your pussy. I’m going to make you feel really, really good. I’ll make you cum, as many times as I can. I’ll use my hands, I’ll use toys, I’ll fuck you. Breed you. I will make you feel so good, so much more than good, that you can’t wait to stuff yourself again for me. Knowing that every single time you do, I’m gonna make you feel a level of ecstasy that you can’t get ANYWHERE else — it’ll just be too tempting.
But ya know.. maybe definitely not really I could want something else.. just theorizing is all. Thanks for asking, cute stuff 😋
