SERIOUSLY, look at this thing move.
This luscious tub of lard, this fat blob of a belly, this protruding ball gut.
Sadly, this beautiful man lives too far away.
Talking with him one night, he asked, “So, what would you do to me if we were together?”
I had been asked this question by several equally sexy fatties. Unlike the others, I thought about posting my answer on here with some super sexy videos.
First, I want to show up at your house, completely unexpected. Watch your cute face grin with delight when you see me holding bags full of your favorite foods as you usher me inside. I start to pile cupcakes, ingredients for macaroni, frozen pizzas, and ice cream onto your counter. I look over and see your perfect belly pushing against your shirt, a bit of hairy belly poking just underneath.
“I guess I’m a little fat,” you say, giving your belly a slight rub. “I just can’t stop eating.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” I say, walking over and putting my hands on it. It’s soft and warm, very jiggly as it bounces in my hands. “We’ll have to see how much you can eat then,” I say with a small kiss on a set of very luscious lips.
I sit you down as the pizza bakes in the oven, and with one hand firmly on your soft middle, start to feed you cupcake after cupcake, small enough so they’re easier to eat. You eat them happily, knowing the calories will add up and soon become another inch of fat, a pinch of pudge, a new stretchmark to show off to everyone on grommr. My hands squeeze and gropes at your belly, your love handles, even your perky man tits as you eat without protest. I see something rising from your gym shorts, but there’s time for that later.
The pizza is done, and as I start making the mac and cheese, you sit at the table, shirtless, eating slice after slices of warm meat lovers pizza. You enjoyed your appetizer, and your hunger doesn’t seem to be slowing down any. As I pour melted cheese onto the noodles, I look at your body. Your ball belly rests contently on your thick thighs, a little bigger now with cupcakes and half a pizza safely inside. Looking up I see the points of your nipples in the middle of each tender breast. My mouth waters watching your body, knowing I’m helping you grow just little bit. My cock starts to swell too, and I have to ignore my lust to get the job done.
As you swallow the last of the stuffed crust, I present you with a heaping bowl of gooey five cheese mac and cheese.
“This smells delicious,” you say with a grin. Almost on cue, your belly rumbles and we both chuckle.
“I guess it should be easy for you to pack this away,” I say, handing you a big spoon.
Without pause, you start to shovel the warm mixture into your piggy face. I watch with a grin and a boner as you fill your mouth with hundreds of calories of cheese and noodles, with only thoughts of smaller clothes and a bigger body in mind. I get on my knees in front of you and kiss your slowly swelling belly, feeling it grow fuller with each swallow. I bury my face in it, feeling the contrast between soft and hard, and I hear you moan. Yet, you continue eating. You ignore you’re leaking boner as you swallow down the last spoonful of food. The spoon clinks in the bowl and your hands go straight to your gut, now almost sufficiently full.
“Ooph,” you say, your head leaning back. “I’m getting full now. Feel this gut. It’s so big and round. I don’t think I can eat anything else.”
I look up passed your bloated belly and up to your double chins. I kiss your belly and hear you sigh.
“Well, then I guess you don’t have time for dessert.” Slowly, your head falls, and our eyes meet.
“Waddle your sexy ass to your room. I’ll be there in a minute.” I help you up onto your feet and watch you slowly make your way down the hall, your bubble ass swaying with each step. I find you in there, legs spread to make way for your belly, which you’re rubbing so lightly and inventively. Your eyes widen as you see me come in with a pitcher of gainer shake, 5,000 calories in all.
“You really think all of that,” you point to the pitcher, “will fit in here?” You point at your belly.
“Oh, it will. If you think you can handle it.”
With some hesitation, you grab the pitcher with both hands and slowly raise it up to your lips. When the first sip of shake passes your lips, you find the strength to keep chugging. I watch as the shake disappears into what appears to be bottomless stomach. Again, I place my hands on your tight stomach and I feel each swallow rise the bloated mass up bit by bit, stretching the skin and ensuring some weight gain.
While I’m lost in the glow of your belly, I hear the empty pitcher clang to the floor and you place your hand on my head.
“Now, you eat,” and my mouth falls right over an uncut erection. I take it all inside, right down to the freshly shaved base. You gasp as I work your cock with my warm mouth, slowly rising and falling, making sure to pay attention to your swollen head. My free hand grabs your heavy balls and I caress them as I continue to suck each thick inch of your dick.
“I haven’t cum in days,” you say between moans. “So, I have a real treat for you.”
Your dick pops out of my mouth. “You mean you don’t want to fuck me?” I ask.
You look at me and smile. “Well, I DO have some room for cake. With that, my pants came off and I feel you pressing your face between my ample cheeks, tongue running up and down my ass, slowly probing my tight hole. Your hands squeeze my cheeks and you even give them a few slaps before telling me to get on my back.
Legs in the air, you slide in with ease and I smile.
“You like that, tiny man?” You ask, slowly pushing in and out of me.
You pick up the pace, and I watch your gut as you fuck me. While it’s rock hard, I can imagine the sounds of all the food sloshing away in there with each thrust. You grip my ankles tighter as you fuck away, me slowly jerking my dick.
After a few minutes you’ve clearly had enough as you moan out loud and I feel you shoot your copious loads inside me. Out of breath, you collapse onto me, pressing me into yoru bed with your weight. Feeling you against me, heavy and big, I shoot my load right there, covering us both with spunk.
Your lips find mine and we kiss. We don’t move for these few minutes until you break away from me.
“I don’t know how to ask this, but… Did you bring anymore snacks?”
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