Half a Ton of Love: 500 for 500
You promised your followers a reward for hitting 500, but the real celebration is sprawled out across your bed....five hundred pounds of pure, shameless indulgence.
Your man fills the mattress, his belly heavy and gloriously soft, resting off to one side as one plush, round love handle swells out from his side, begging to be squeezed. His thick chest rising and falling as he looks at you with that half-starved, half-devoted gaze.
“Think you can handle all this, gorgeous?” his voice low and teasing, but with a tremor of anticipation as he slides his hands over his massive gut, squeezing the thickest roll between his fat fingers, offering it up to you.
Your mouth waters as you watch his belly wobble and jiggle under his hands. The glint in his eye tells you he knows exactly what he's doing to you...how wet it makes you when he touches himself like that.
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.” You reply, not able to keep the huskiness out of your voice...you grin wickedly, crawling up beside him, balancing a tray loaded with slices of cake, brownies, fudge, and a bottle of thick, sticky chocolate sauce.
You set the tray on the bed and let your hands roam. His skin is flushed, warm, stretching taut over the roundness of his belly; hes already full from the decadent dinner you fed him...now its time for dessert.
You graze your hands over his nipples and feel them harden under your hands...
You roam lower and grab a thick handful of him and bite him hard ....he groans loudly, his cock twitching beneath the mountain of his gut.
“First bite’s for me...and now it's your turn" You purr as you shove half a slice of cake into his mouth. He takes it eagerly, eyes fluttering shut as he chews, moaning softly. You drizzle chocolate sauce on both of his swollen nipples and lick it off..then suck hard making his gasp. He’s trembling, already short of breath, but you can tell he’s aching for more.
You feed him bite after bite, alternating between sweets and filthy, whispered promises.
“Let’s see how much you can handle tonight, baby. You gonna make a mess for me? You gonna show off what a greedy, hungry boy you are?”
He nods, mouth too full to answer, eyes blown wide with lust.
You slide down his body, kissing and biting your way over rolls and folds, worshipping every inch of him. You wedge your hands under the heavy swell of his belly, lifting it just enough to expose his cock—thick, hard, flushed deep red, almost swallowed up by his size. You lick a long, slow stripe up his shaft and watch him writhe, his hands gripping the sheets.
You stroke him slow, then faster, using both hands and your mouth, teasing the sensitive head, dragging your nails over his hip and under his gut. He’s helpless, moaning, panting, his whole body jiggling with every movement. “Fuck—oh, god, babe, I’m—”
“Not yet,” you command, pinning his hips with your weight. “You’re not done for me, are you?”
He whimpers, shaking his head, but you see the desperation in his eyes. You climb back up, straddle his chest, and place a bit of chocolate sauce on your clit and then lower yourself onto his mouth so he can taste you—his tongue greedy, sloppy, eager to please. You ride his face, grinding against his mouth, his hands kneading your ass as you shudder and gasp.
Your throbbing, swollen and so wet you're dripping as you open your legs as wide as they go to straddle his hips.
You lift his heavy gut out of the way and slowly sink down onto him, the friction from his fat pad and his heavy belly settling into you almost pushes you over the edge again....
You remember when he was half this weight...you can't believe how fucking fat he's gotten. It was almost surreal....
You ride him hard and he lays there helpless under the weight of his belly, trying to grab you but you just shove a brownie in his mouth...slowing down until he swallows for you.
"I want you to finish them for me...every bite. Do it for me baby...you already how hard I can make you cum..."
He wimpers as you squeeze him inside you, pump your hips, and then slow down. You pinch his nipples when he takes another bite...he's rock hard inside you.
You tell him how sexy he is, you massage his belly and watch it swell between you until its almost all you can see...you tell him you want him even fatter as the massive mound bounces and shakes between you as you fuck him senseless...
When you finally let him come, it’s explosive—his cock gets impossibly harder and then hot cum fills you as you keep riding him, milking him as he gasps for breath, sweat pouring down his face, the bed creaking under his weight.
You collapse beside him, tangled in frosting, crumbs, and sticky satisfaction, both of you laughing, spent, and happy. You press a kiss to his lips.
“Happy 500, babe,” you whisper, and he grins, utterly wrecked, utterly yours.
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