Right now I just need to be in front of the mirror with a blushing cutie, cradling their overstuffed tummy in my hands. I'll be recounting every last morsel I convinced them to eat that evening (although, I'll pretend it was all their idea). Kneading their plump little belly as I list each delectable menu item, kissing along their neck while they squirm. Teasing them about where each and every delicious calorie will land on their perfect body.
They'll be embarrassed, feeling so full and unsettled as I rub and press and prod. Of course, they'll be whimpering and sniffling for me to stop being so mean...but we both know why their cheeks get so flushed and eyes heavy-lidded.
Their gaze follows my fingertips so intently, anticipating my next touches with concern. They could step away at any time, but instead, they'll melt into my arms and shiver as I remind them just how much meaner I could be to that poor, sweet little tummy of theirs....and they'll moan so sweetly when I start to demonstrate.