Shit…I did not need that, you hopelessly gripe to yourself, clutching a hand over your full stomach in the car. You just finished off a double bacon cheeseburger with fries after an annoyingly long day at work.
But god it tasted so good, you think to yourself absentmindedly as you unbutton your pants for the short drive back home. You stayed at work late today, knowing your beloved partner was home waiting for you, longing to join you on the couch for some much-needed vegging out.
You pull up to your humble abode, belly full, but not painfully so. You heave a sigh before you suck yourself in just enough to redo your pants button before wadddling inside. “Waddling” is the only way you can describe it at the moment.
Much to your dismay, as you open the door, the intoxicating aroma of a freshly cooked dinner hits you like a brick wall.
“Hi baby! I knew you were working late today so I -”
Their words stop in their throat when they see you. You like to think it’s just the joy of having you home with them at last that stops them, but you know the truth. Your tummy is stretching rather tautly against your shirt, much more noticeably than it had been when you left for work that morning. Your partner isn’t oblivious.
“Oh, babe. You look exhausted. You kick your feet up and relax, dinner is almost ready.”
Dinner? You just had dinner! But Jesus, the look in their doe eyes would make you rather disappear into the ground than refuse them. By the smell of it they’ve been working for hours on whatever they’re cooking up, and far be it from you to let that go to waste. You do as you’re told and take your seat on the sofa afront the TV, anxiously awaiting whatever they are bound to present to you.
And present they do. A short few moments later, once you’re fully relaxed and engrossed into an episode of your favorite show, a heaping bowl of creamy, decadent pasta is planted in front of your softening face. It smells…buttery. Impossibly decadent. Fattening.
A single second passes where you think, I could say no, but you don’t. You couldn’t bear to let their efforts go to waste. And so instead you say, “thank you, baby. This looks delicious,” before you shovel a forkful into your greedy mouth.
And delicious it is. You were right about the decadence, of course. Your arteries can feel the fat, even before you swallow. You’re attuned to it now. You’ve grown to crave this indulgence, this excess. No matter how much you eat, you feel you can’t refuse another bite. Of anything. Ever.
Forkful after forkful, you feel the top of your stomach expanding, growing tighter with each bite. But still you can’t stop. It’s addictive.
“What did you put in this, babe?” you question, feigning ignorance, pretending to be enamored by your beloved’s skills in the kitchen. You’re lying, though. Inside you know it’s just that you’re insatiable, unable to resist the temptations of a warm meal.
“Nothing new, hon, I just figured you’d be hungry since you worked so late.”
You know they’re lying, too. Both of you complicit in what’s happening. You’re getting fatter with every bite you take, and you both know it, and neither of you are upset by it. The itch of your growing stretchmarks betray your façade.
You finish the first bowl, full now beyond able to ignore, but you ask for seconds anyway.
“God, you’re such a great cook. How’d I get so lucky?” You say innocently, giving your rounded belly a pat. “I’m so full! My mouth wants more but my stomach is protesting.”
It’s true. Your gut aches, but you’ve grown to crave this. This overfull, overindulged sensation.
Your partner moves to you gracefully, adorably, nothing but love in their eyes.
“Doesn’t look like you’re that upset, babe,” they say, eyes perceptively locked on your crotch. Their hand moves between your thighs and begins to rub.
The little details of someone gaining weight are so perfectly cute. What are your favorites?
Ooh, I like this question. This might necessitate a bullet point list:
Underwear beginning to dig into thickening thighs
That one specific little spot right on the underbelly that becomes more and more sensitive as it threatens to become a proper overhang
Bellies sitting into laps just a touch further by the day, warm and heavy and rather stimulating 😮💨
Straining buttons and seams, obviously. Denial at how poorly once-perfect outfits are beginning to fit
Gradual appetite increases. Growing fast food orders. Starts small at first but then snowballs…a burger and medium fries with a medium drink becomes a burger and large fries with a large drink when you realize you’re still hungry after your usual order. Then a 6 piece nugget gets tacked on. Then that becomes a 10 piece. Then a 20…
Getting lazier. Staying mobile is incredibly important, but good god it’s so enticing when exercise routines become less frequent in favor of movie marathons or gaming.
This is by no means an exhaustive list, and I invite anyone else to reblog and add to it as they see fit. I know I’d love to read more answers so I’m aware of more details to appreciate…🥵
Really in the mood to watch a chubby guy eat himself over the threshold to just plain f a t. Figuring they’ve already ruined their body enough, why not just lean into it and see where it leads? Relish in the joy of letting go, of giving into cravings, no matter how indulgent or shameful.
Oh, you just finished a homemade dinner but you’re desperately craving some fast food junk for some reason? Get it anyway, pack yet another meal into that already fattened yet ever-growing gut.
You already eat three square meals a day, with larger portion sizes than your peers, but can’t stop yourself from grazing on chips and sweets in between? Well that’s just fine - as long as you don’t mind all the empty calories that are going to accumulate on your widening waistline as a result.
Every evening, you fall asleep stuffed to the brim, bloated and overfull, cradling your swollen middle. Every morning, you wake up ravenous, your stretched-out stomach now empty and angry. So you heed its cries, overeat yet again, throughout the day, with every day just another opportunity to see how much fatter you can make yourself before bed.
In time, that chub of yours is going to be dough in your lap, spreading your legs when you sit, spilling over every pair of pants you own - the ones you still manage to squeeze past your enormous thighs and ass, that is.
…Aren’t you hungry? Why don’t you have another bite to eat?
I feel like this prompt is gonna get a lot of similar entries, so I tried to change it up at least a little bit. This one goes out to all my lovely wlw feedist folks 🥰 it gets very NSFW towards the end 🤭 this is actually my first time writing any sort of smut, ever, so please let me know what you think!
Another long one (sorry, I got carried away) that contains teasing this time, though with the whole “nurse” thing, I feel that’s implied…
Nicole and her girlfriend Sarah thought it would be funny to both dress as nurses this Halloween. Trouble is, Nicole really seems to be getting into character…
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Nicole and Sarah practically spilled out of the Uber upon arriving home from the Halloween party, each tumbling over the other, laughing all the way. Nicole would be sure to tip their driver extra in the morning - things were getting a little steamy and kissy in the car, but the driver stayed quiet and kept their eyes on the road. She was sure they had probably dealt with much worse from worse-off riders.
They fumbled through the front door of their apartment as best they could while still maintaining some form of skin contact with each other. Nicole, especially, was feeling particularly feral for Sarah this evening. Sarah had worn the same nurse costume as she did last year (to the party where they met, actually), but over these last 12 months had gradually put on some (a lot of) relationship weight. The dress was already tight by nature last year - but now, it was hugging all of her curves deliciously. Said curves were, at this time, threatening to snap the buttons holding the dress together at the front and spill out in all of their glory. Nicole was determined to make good on that threat.
Nicole’s own nurse costume, bought fresh this year to match her girlfriend’s, fit her like a glove.
Presently, Nicole’s right hand was making its way down Sarah’s long, soft hair, which was growing past her mid-back now. Convenient - it would make the transition from hair to back to midsection quite smooth and hardly noticeable. She inched and inched her right hand slowly, all while maintaining her left hand at the back of Sarah’s head, holding her close so she could sloppily kiss her beautiful girlfriend with probably too much tongue. She couldn’t help it - not when Sarah tasted so terribly sweet. Probably all the candy she stuffed into her face at the party the drunker she got. By the sounds of Sarah’s erotic moaning, she didn’t mind. For their part, Sarah’s hands were planted firmly on Nicole’s tight ass, groping it. Glorious.
Finally, Nicole’s right hand found purchase on Sarah’s side, right on the edge of her rounding middle. Feeling brave, she gave it a slight squeeze. Sarah shifted with mild discomfort but didn’t break their kiss. Nicole squeezed again, harder this time, which did the trick.
“Mmmf…babe…sorry, but could you not? I just…I’m a little self-conscious about…I mean…I don’t want you to feel my stomach.” Nicole took a step back, holding Sarah’s gaze intensely. “Self conscious? Of what? You’re perfect, you’ve never been sexier.” She tried to plant her lips back on her girlfriend’s, but Sarah turned her cheek. Which ticked Nicole right off. “You’re so full of shit,” Sarah chastised. “I was definitely a lot sexier before I put on like fifty pounds in a year. I need to start dieting, like, tomorrow.”
Nicole’s body did an odd thing, where it throbbed below at the mention of “put on 50 pounds in a year,” but also made her stomach drop at “diet tomorrow.” That would not be happening - not if Nicole had anything to say about it. A fire within her stirred. She cocked an eyebrow at Sarah and let go of where she was grasping to clasp Sarah’s hands instead.
“Diet? Sarah, baby, which one of us are you trying to fool - me or yourself?” Sarah’s mouth hung open in shock. “I - what? What exactly are you trying to say, Nicky?” “What I’m saying, gorgeous, is that you know damn well you aren’t going to diet. You’re not going to exercise, either. And this-” she went for it and grabbed Sarah’s doughy middle with both hands - “-isn’t going anywhere.” Sarah was speechless. She knew she should be mad - furious, even - but instead, a wave of butterflies flew through her. She flushed a deep crimson and squeezed her legs together to quell the smoldering heat gathering between them. With no words of protest from Sarah, Nicole continued.
“You think I haven’t been watching you when you stuff yourself completely full at every meal? You think I haven’t noticed how much you seem to enjoy our movie nights? I know you think I can’t see you in the dark on those nights, but I’m never watching the movies, Sarah. I’m watching you. I’m watching the way you greedily devour slice after slice of pizza, bag after bag of popcorn, can after can of soda. I’m watching you rub and massage your swollen gut afterwards, and I hear the way you sigh with pleasure while you do it.” Sarah almost couldn’t bear the shame, the embarrassment. She had absolutely no idea Nicole had been watching her in those moments. Her eyes watered, but the fire in her lower belly roared. She had to squeeze her legs together again and shift.
“Did you think this, the fucking hottest result of your constant overeating over the last year was like…some sort of surprise to me? Did you think it just snuck up on you and grew overnight?” Nicole poked Sarah’s pillowy tummy on every emphasis. “Oh, but don’t think I haven’t noticed the other bits of you that have been growing, my love…” Nicole trailed off, gliding her hands across the latex of Sarah’s nurse costume, slowly working their way to her rear end. She gave Sarah’s plush ass a squeeze and Sarah instinctively moaned, becoming breathy and heady. Pleased with that reaction, Nicole moved to her luscious tits, which could not be contained in the costume. Sarah had had to leave the top two buttons undone to allow her generous cleavage to breathe, even before they left for the party. Nicole popped a few more of the top buttons open so she could free Sarah’s tits from the costume and fondle a breast in each hand. As she did this, she finally leaned back in to tongue Sarah’s wanting mouth.
After several seconds of sloppy kissing, Nicole stopped, took Sarah by the hands again, and led her to their kitchen table. “C’mere, baby. Let Nurse Nicky get a better look at you.” She sat Sarah down in a kitchen chair. Sarah, too turned on to protest, obeyed. “Tsk, tsk. Look at the state of you. You chugged so many beers at that party, I’m absolutely shocked your belly hasn’t burst out of this tiny costume yet. That’s terrible for your health, you know.” Nicole took her time, circling Sarah like a shark, taking in every inch of her. Sarah felt like vulnerable prey - prey that didn’t mind being cornered. She quietly, secretly wished for Nicole to keep going. “And all that candy you ravenously devoured? That’ll rot your teeth. And…” Nicole stopped directly in front of Sarah and bent down until they were eye level, “…all that sugar is going to wind up right here.” She softly rubbed sarah’s gut, with all the affection she could muster. “…and here,” she continued, again groping Sarah’s growing chest. “…and of course, your huge ass, since you spend so much time sitting on it these days,” she finished.
Sarah couldn’t hide her arousal any longer. “Do you want to take this to the bedroom? I’ll let you touch and squeeze…whatever you want,” she huffed. Nicole clicked her tongue. “Sorry, honey. That’s not what the doctor has ordered. Instead, I’m going to prescribe you...” she sauntered over to their fridge, peered inside, and smiled devilishly. “…cake.”
The small heart-shaped cake sitting in their fridge was meant to be shared the following evening in celebration of their anniversary. Nicole could not imagine a better way to celebrate than feeding it to her loving partner tonight, though. She desperately wanted to give the remaining buttons on Sarah’s costume a run for their money. From her spot on the chair, Sarah whimpered. “…cake? But…I’m so full. I ate a ton of food at the party, not to mention all those beers have me super bloated,” she begged. She already knew her plea was going to fall on deaf ears, and her panties grew wet at the thought of the act of pure gluttony she was about to commit. Nicole planted the cake on the kitchen table in front of her.
“Don’t worry, baby. Nurse Nicky is here to help you.” Much to Sarah’s surprise, Nicole sat on her lap and gave her tummy another gentle rub. “Let’s see how much of this medicine you can take.” Nicole had apparently also grabbed a fork, with which she scooped a heaping bite of the cake and slid it slowly, sensually into Sarah’s mouth. Sarah moaned in deep pleasure; also, the cake was a delicious red velvet with cream cheese filling. Her favorite (which, of course, Nicole knew.) “That’s my girl,” Nicole cooed adoringly, giving Sarah’s middle another rub and collecting the next bite on the fork. Sarah obediently swallowed every bite she was offered, increasing her chewing and swallowing pace with each.
The more Sarah ate, the fuller she felt, and the hornier she became as a result. Nicole sensed this and removed her hand from Sarah’s stomach, causing Sarah to whine pathetically…at first. Because Nicole instead slid her hand between Sarah’s thickening thighs, which Sarah eagerly spread once she realized what she was doing. Nicole continued feeding Sarah with one hand, but now she was slowly rubbing her thumb over Sarah’s panties with the other, up and down, up and down, taking care to swipe over her clit at each upward pass. Sarah’s slickness was now drenching her panties through to the outside, which Nicole used to increase the speed at which she rubbed.
Sarah was truly squirming and panting now, and took the fork out of Nicole’s hand so that she could desperately feed herself. Nicole used this opportunity to employ her newly freed had back to rubbing Sarah’s tightening gut. Nicole was panting heavily now too, impossibly turned on by Sarah’s display of utter piggishness. She ran her hand over the upper part of Sarah’s stomach, feeling it harden right beneath her fingertips as Sarah kept on eating. Nicole deftly pulled Sarah’s underwear to the side and, thanks to how soaking wet she was, slipped a finger right inside. Sarah stopped eating to call out erotically, “fuck, Nicole! I won’t stop if you don’t.”
Nicole happily obliged. She started slow, but didn’t want to leave her poor, beautiful, lustful girlfriend wanting, so she entered a second finger and began to pump them into her faster. Sarah was now unable to tell whether her moans were from being fingered or from the eating. She was feeling filled in several senses of the word.
Eventually, Sarah put down the fork. Unbelievably even to herself, she had finished the entire cake. Her stomach rumbled and a loud burp erupted from her, which Sarah was helpless to stop. Nicole soaked her own underwear at that. She sat up and looked at Sarah, whose mouth was stained with icing. “That was fucking hot. Do it again,” Nicole demanded. She rubbed Sarah’s overstuffed belly harder and inserted another finger into her, now furiously “come-hither”ing with all three. The vigorous movement of that, combined with the belly rubs, worked to coax out another monstrous belch from Sarah, and then several things happened at once:
The final buttons containing Sarah’s fat in her costume snapped, and it spilled out in front of her onto her lap, coming to rest against Nicole’s thighs. Nicole’s pussy throbbed, hard, and she buried her tongue back into Sarah’s mouth, kissing her hungrily. Finally, and with great force, Sarah came hard on Nicole’s hand, pulsating for a good while after it was all over.
Nicole removed her fingers from within Sarah, kissed her forehead, then got up and slowly walked across the room to stop at their bedroom door. She looked back at the love of her life, who looked a total mess: panting, red velvet icing smeared across her mouth, swollen fat gut on full display. Her face was red with effort and post-orgasm bliss. She had taken to rubbing her own stomach. Nicole wanted to eat her whole….and would.
“Whenever you can stand up, I’ll need you to come right this way, please,” she said. Sarah looked up at her with doe eyes. “I’ve got a few more tests I’d like to run on you. So, whenever you’re ready, step into the nurse’s office.”
Feedist Kink(tem?)ber 2025 - Part 6: Talking Numbers
I’m ALIVE!
I know, I know, 3 weeks without an update is just rude. Life got in the way for a minute there. Rest assured, I have an end in sight for these two, and I intend to get there (and bring you all along.) Thank you for your bountiful patience, and please enjoy this (slightly shorter) chapter while I get back into the swing of things.
A month has gone by in the forest cottage. Rosina intends to find out how much progress Johnny has made…and Johnny’s pretty keen to find out himself.
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Three more weeks went by in Rosina’s forest cottage, each in a similar fashion to Johnny’s first, marking a full month spent there. As time went on, his appetite grew, and so did his body. By the end of his second week, the pants he arrived in stopped being able to button even before his first meal of the day, and by the end of the third week, they no longer fit over his thickening thighs and ass at all. He spent the fourth week roaming about the house in just his boxers (though their lifespan was rapidly coming to an end, too.) His shirt, while still wearable, first grew so tight the impression of his belly button could be seen; then, it rode up over his belly button entirely. Johnny thought himself akin to Winnie the Pooh.
Since discovering Johnny’s passion for pizza, that particular dish became a common occurrence for dinner. During Week Two, Rosina actually sized her previous order up from a large to an extra large - not that Johnny noticed; he demolished it all the same. He did notice when she started ordering two pizzas during Week Four, however. By that time, though, any sense of shame within him had long since vanished. It was at the end of Week Four, and after quietly witnessing Johnny finish both pizzas for the first time, that Rosina finally broached a subject they had both been wondering for some time.
“Tomorrow night marks a month since you’ve been with me, sweet pea. I think it’s beyond time we find something out.” They were both sitting at the kitchen counter, Rosina’s feet up and resting in Johnny’s lap. They had both grown rather comfortable with each other lately.
Johnny laid one hand over her ankles while the other rubbed his swollen and aching stomach, which was no longer an unpleasant sensation. He longed for being painfully full these days - and was developing the stretch marks along his lower belly to prove it. He shook his tightly packed gut up and down with his hand briefly to work out a belch (another new habit he picked up as his capacity increased; another way to make more room and shovel more food in whenever possible.) He smiled when Rosina blushed. “I think I’m picking up what you’re putting down. Where do you keep your scale? I know you have to have one hiding around here somewhere.”
“Not so fast, fatso,” she teased, swiping her legs out from under Johnny’s fleshy arms and standing up from the counter stool. “First I need to get an idea of where we started.” She conjured up a notepad and a pen and scribbled on it. Johnny, oblivious now to her name-calling, absentmindedly admired her loopy cursive.
“How tall are you, anyway? I can’t believe I never asked before. Guess I was…otherwise preoccupied,” she asked, poking the other end of her pen into Johnny’s middle, enjoying the way it bounced back outwards. He was full to the brim.
“I’m six foot, two inches,” he answered quickly. His height had always been something he was proud of and so the information was at the ready. He watched her jot down the numbers on the notepad, hoping to see her perk up, but she remained uninterested. Damn.
“Uh-huh, got it. And how much did you weigh when I scooped you up?” She didn’t even look up from the notepad…Johnny felt himself deflate. Of course Rosina wouldn’t give a damn about how tall he was.
Aside from that, Johnny had to really consider his answer. When he started college he was a lean 185 pounds, but he definitely softened up prior to meeting Rosina. He vaguely recalled a physical at his doctor’s office shortly before being caught and flushed a little when he remembered the number they gave him that day. “Uhm…202 pounds, I think,” he said, feeling slightly embarrassed. A 17-pound increase even though he had been trying to keep it at bay - whoops.
Rosina marked this number down too, but this time she really did perk up a little. “Aww, how cute. You got a little fluffy when you discovered abundant food and drink! No wonder you took to this new lifestyle like a fish to water.”
Fluffy? Maybe in the mornings, sure, but Johnny was feeling decidedly firm at the moment. He gave his stomach a pat. “I have to imagine that number will have gone up these last few weeks, thanks to you.”
Rosina’s soft smile grew wider. She nodded in agreement but said nothing. She wordlessly left the room leaving Johnny alone for a few minutes. Of course he was curious to see how much damage they had done to his frame - he had been eating like a true glutton for 30 days. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but wondered if something as crazy as 20 pounds was possible. He certainly felt 20 pounds heavier, he thought, and jiggled himself again. His dick twitched.
Rosina returned with her scale, placing it on the floor before him. “Let’s find out just how fat I’ve made you, shall we?” She was smiling brightly at Johnny now, hand held out to help him off his chair. His heart leapt and so did his dick, which was becoming harder to conceal clad only in a pair of tightening boxers. If Rosina noticed, she kept her mouth shut.
Johnny plodded off the chair heavily and with some effort, and stepped onto the scale. He had to lean forward to actually be able to see its screen, which was another tantalizing milestone that threatened to give away his downstairs predicament. He waited for the numbers to settle and rested both hands upon his protruding gut patiently.
When the numbers finally flashed on the screen, red and accusatory, Johnny didn’t believe them. There was no way it could be possible. He stood still a while, mouth opening and closing like a fish. It was Rosina who found her words first.
“Holy shit. This is…far and away the most success I have ever had this early into this task, ever! …and I have been at it a while, so that’s saying something. This is - no, you are - incredible, sweetheart! Oh, I could kiss you!”
With that, Rosina sprung her arms around him in a tight hug before she could stop herself. Johnny wrapped his arms around her in return, but this action made them both all too aware of how far his jutting belly pushed her body away from the rest of his. Rosina flushed, grew warm and took a single step back; Johnny, meanwhile, noticed his gut stretched out further than his hard-on, and thanked a higher power for how this prevented his boner from grazing Rosina’s body.
They locked eyes and stood that way for several seconds, arms still hung lowly at each other’s sides. After another second, Rosina slowly and tenderly began to drag her hands from Johnny’s sides around to the front of his stomach, which was something she had never done before. She had poked it here, grazed it with a cool, long finger there; but she had never, ever caressed it like this, with both hands exploring how wide and globular it had become. Her eyes had fallen from his to his stomach as she rubbed it in a trance. Her cheeks grew red and her breath quickened, heart rate steadily increasing. Johnny couldn’t help it - the intense pleasure from her hands on him was too much to bear and he breathed out a soft moan. Unfortunately, that broke the moment.
Rosina dropped her hands quickly, looked back up at him with wide eyes and stammered out some ridiculous half-assed excuse. “Sorry. I, uh, left my magic on? In my room? I have to go…turn it off. I’ll see you in the morning!”
She scampered away, the tender moment they shared evaporating as fast as it had come on. Johnny was left standing there, rock hard, to ponder the fact that he had gained an incredible 53 pounds in one month, and now stood at 255 pounds. It struck him suddenly that an end goal was never discussed, and he dragged himself to bed wondering exactly how many more times his weight would shock him into silence before Rosina’s work was done.
Had some time to myself while on vacation this morning, cooking in the dreary morning quiet while everyone else was asleep or out. I let my mind wander a bit…daydreaming that I was cooking up something delicious for a lover instead, someone soft and beautiful and fat. Maybe I’d feel their rounded stomach press into the small of my back even before I felt their arms wrap around me from behind. They’d nuzzle my hair out of the way with their nose so they could rest their face close to my neck, plant a kiss there. Inhale both my perfume and the decadent aroma of eggs, bacon, and toast…and if I’m fantasizing already, a pile of pancakes and hashbrowns too, just for them.
Is it so much to ask to want to cook a huge meal, made with far too much love and far too much butter and cream, for someone who is starving for it?
Feedist Kink(tem?)ber 2025 - Part 5: Pushing Limits
Finally, a series of stuffing vignettes throughout Johnny’s next day with Rosina. This one is much longer than the last few, and gets a little bit NSFW at parts. No strict smut, though - at least not yet 😉 I’m definitely the most excited about this chapter so far, which accounts for its length…so I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it! 🤤
Still workshopping titles too, by the way! Feel free to toss out any suggestions.
Johnny’s appetite is finally challenged with his first all-day stuffing. Both he and Rosina now share a common goal: keeping him full by testing his limits. Though unspoken, they both seem to share something else, as well…a budding attraction towards each other.
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When she’s right, she’s right, thought Johnny, who was rudely awakened by an angry and growling stomach the following morning. Just as Rosina had predicted, he had woken up absolutely starving. Incredibly, despite eating three servings of hearty soup that were each filling enough to feed multiple grown adults only a few hours ago, Johnny felt like he could eat three more.
Thankfully, Rosina was true to her words from the night prior - preparation of a giant breakfast was already well underway. Unable to wait, Johnny made a beeline to join her in the kitchen, and was overjoyed to find waffles stacked higher than he could see over waiting for him on the counter. He wordlessly took his regular seat at said counter and watched Rosina’s lithe back and arms work over the pans on the stove. He also peeked at her round and firm ass with every move she made; it was currently clad in a pair of deliciously tight black leggings that Johnny could hardly peel his eyes off of, though he did try to make an effort not to stare. A failed effort, but effort nonetheless. He nearly jumped out of his seat when she spoke up.
“Well good morning, precious. I’m so very happy to see you’re getting the hang of your new routine,” Rosina said, without turning around from her station at the oven. Johnny wondered to himself which witchy trick she pulled to observe him. He also wondered if she observed where his eyes had been stuck.
“Morning. You were right about the soup, uh…stretching me out, I guess. I’m really hungry. Can I…um, can I start in on these waffles?” He asked sheepishly, already feeling like a pig for the way he had been eating the last few days.
“Not yet. But soon,” she responded. “Be patient while I finish up some hash browns and bacon to serve alongside them - you need something savory cut the sweet with, of course.”
He folded his hands in his lap, picking at the skin around his nails anxiously as he stared down the waffles. He could be patient. Right?
His stomach growled loudly with a resounding no.
Mercifully, he didn’t have to wait longer than a few minutes. The moment Rosina plopped the hash browns and bacon down before him, she gestured in a way that Johnny took to mean dig in.
Johnny demolished the fluffy waffles first, figuring that the overwhelming decadence of the syrup and butter would be much too hard to choke down if he was already full from the salty sides. To his surprise, though, he found he didn’t feel finished when he finished them. Getting full, sure - but not as full as he could be. He pushed away the empty waffle plate and pulled the one holding the bacon and hashbrowns closer. He started tucking into this part of his meal with more fervor than he anticipated.
Rosina watched him eat in awe. Not only was he on track to finish every bite, but he actually appeared to be enjoying every bite. He could claim this sudden burst of motivation was simply from wanting to leave as soon as possible, but Rosina had fed far too many victims in her time to mistake the looks of insatiable hunger on his face, or the subtle sounds of delight escaping him with every bite. He was barely giving himself a moment to breathe between mouthfuls, shoveling food into his mouth at an unmatched pace. Rosina once again found herself squeezing her thighs together, and felt a familiar heat rising in her cheeks and down below; she felt her pulse quickening beneath the thin skin of her neck.
Johnny finished the entirety of his breakfast in no time flat and didn’t need to be reminded to undo the button of his pants. He did so now instinctively, and they both watched as his filled stomach once again spilled forward into his lap, peeking out from beneath his tightening shirt. Then they both looked at each other, and when Johnny gave Rosina a small, shy smile, she almost lost her ability to speak.
“I - uh, I mean, you…I mean, well done. I’ve never seen one of my little pigs eat with such fervor before. Color me impressed.”
“Well, your plan worked. I was totally starving. Believe it or not, after unbuttoning my pants I feel like I could probably fit even more,” Johnny responded honestly, giving his rounded belly a pat for effect. “You said you were going to keep me stuffed all day, didn’t you? Looks like you need to hold up your end of the bargain.” It probably wasn’t smart to taunt a witch, but Johnny realized he quite liked teasing and egging her on when he felt he had the upper hand.
Rosina blinked. “That is a dangerous game you’re playing, boy. I absolutely do plan to keep you full…but don’t test me, or I will find ways to do it that you will find much less enjoyable.” She was not going to let Johnny intimidate her in his own adorable way. She decided to give him the rest of the day to fix his attitude before threatening to up the ante. “Your next task is to polish off a family-sized bag of chips and a liter of sugar-filled soda. Before lunch. Which is in four hours. Good luck.”
Rosina thrust the items she listed into Johnny’s hands and turned away from him to begin cleaning the kitchen. It was 9 AM, meaning he had until 1 PM to finish his snacks. Piece of cake, he thought to himself with what he felt was earned confidence.
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Two and a half hours later, Johnny finished his pre-lunch snacks feeling like a sausage stuffed in its casing. The salt from the breakfast and chips had him bloated beyond anything he had felt before; he was even unable to re-button his jeans, leaving him no choice but to keep them undone. He was beginning to slightly regret his challenging words to Rosina earlier, but ultimately remained steadfast. There was still an hour and a half left before the lunch Rosina planned, and Johnny decided to spend it in a food coma, sleepily rubbing the thickening orb of his belly to help him digest.
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Lunch was an overstuffed (much like himself) triple-decker footlong sandwich, piled high with various cold cuts, cheeses and dressings - not to mention the heavy rosemary bread it was made with. Unsurprisingly, the sandwich was also indescribably delicious, but because Johnny was already so ridiculously full it took him a full hour and a half to finish it. Every bite was harder than the last to get down, and he could practically feel each one finding its new home on his waistline.
When he was finished, Johnny leaned back in his chair, pulled his shrinking shirt up above his belly, and used both hands to miserably rub his overfull stomach. It was packed tight as a drum with no room left for even a tiny ripple across his skin.
Rosina sauntered over to him to admire her work, eyes lingering on his exposed gut. Without shifting her gaze off of it, she spoke softly to him. “I’m rather proud of you. That sandwich was no joke.” She gently touched him on his middle, feeling his warm, taut skin on her cool fingertips. It sent a thrill through her.
Johnny wouldn’t say it out loud, but it sent a thrill through him, too.
Rosina left him to recline in his seat, slowly making her way to the fireplace to relax a while after all the cooking she’d done so far. She sat in one of her fireside chairs and spoke to Johnny from it.
“Supper will be at 7. You’ve got four and a half hours to rest off that big lunch, but don’t forget - as soon as you feel the slightest bit of space in there, it’s time to top yourself off.” She turned her head around the chair to look at him and pointed to the windowsill above the sink. “There’s a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies cooling over there - I expect them to be gone by dinnertime.” She turned back around when she confirmed that his eyes followed her finger to the plate.
It took Johnny a further 30 minutes to ease off of his chair. He briefly worried that his still-unbuttoned pants might slip off of his waist when he got up, but it was quickly apparent that was not going to be an issue, possibly ever again - his widening love handles were keeping his pants in place just fine. On his way back to his bedroom, he snagged the plate of cookies from the windowsill to bring along with him.
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Back in his room, Johnny sat on his bed and took a moment to consider his situation…as well as his comically rounded stomach, which was currently resting firmly in his lap. He set the plate of cookies on the bedside table and placed both hands on his taut stomach again, really feeling it for the first time since he arrived at Rosina’s cottage. He had been rubbing it to ease discomfort after every meal and before going to sleep, but now he was…exploring it? He dragged his hands up and down, left and right, curiously recognizing the sensation of having more of himself to touch. Strangely, the sensation was not necessarily unwelcome. He let his mind wander.
What would it be like to truly let himself go? College had already begun to unravel him, transforming his formerly lean and athletic body into one slightly softer with the barest hint of an outward bulge, thanks to all the beer; but he was still at least actively avoiding getting truly fat before Rosina took him prisoner. He’d fast after a weekend of too much indulgence, or spend a couple of days in the gym here and there to offset his excessive calorie consumption. What would happen to him once he allowed those excess calories to accumulate?
He poked his tummy and his finger bounced right back off of it; he was packed too full for it to have any give. He excitedly wondered what it would feel like when his finger would sink into a roll of plush fat instead. How much more eating would that take? Would he really eat himself that fat in his time here?
The thought caused a stir down below. Johnny had always loved to eat and drink, but kept himself in check as best he could. The realization struck him that this was a real opportunity to give in, and finally stop restraining himself from enjoying what he loved.
He looked over at the cookies. One hand reached for the plate, and the other kept rubbing his middle. The first bite of a cookie caused his cock to jump when it dawned on him how truly gluttonous this was, on top of everything else he had already eaten and what more was still to come. His pulse quickened and he found another kind of appetite he hadn’t realized he had been suppressing for so long - his whole life, maybe. He finished the cookie in two more bites and greedily reached for another, then another. One hand continued to feed while the other continued to rub his stomach, but slowly descended downward, eventually squeezing through and disappearing into his pants.
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Four hours later, Rosina was tapping her foot impatiently in the kitchen, waiting for Johnny to join her. She gave him an extra 10 minutes but found she could wait no longer than that and decided to find out what the holdup was.
She magicked the eye slot of his door open with annoyance, ready to chastise him for keeping her waiting, but her words caught in her throat when she laid eyes upon him: he was fast asleep, one hand resting atop the rounded dome of a belly jutting out from him; the other resting on an almost-empty plate, if not for the bits of crumbs scattered upon it. The image of him in such a glutted state did something to her that it never did with any of her former victims. She shut the eye slot as quickly yet quietly as she could and immediately walked back into her own room. Dinner can wait an extra thirty minutes, she thought, as she feverishly relieved herself of the pent up frustration that had been building within her for days.
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Once she obtained some…clarity, Rosina walked back to Johnny’s door and rapped on it, electing to leave the eye slot closed so he could preserve some measure of dignity. “Wake up, sugar. You’re late for dinner.”
She heard some shuffling and grumbling, and eventually the sound of a glass plate being placed on the hardwood bedside table. “Uh…be right out,” Johnny muttered from behind the door. Rosina chose not to respond and instead flitted off into the kitchen, not ready to look Johnny in the eyes again after what she’d done alone in her bed while thinking of him.
A few moments later, she was delighted to see that Johnny’s distended gut entered the room before the rest of him. He had done so well for her, obeying her order to stay stuffed full all day, and now his bloated form was really starting to show some progress! His final challenge of the day was set up for him on the counter, just as his previous meals had been; this time, Rosina opted for a classic pepperoni pizza. She had run out of cooking energy, but judging by the look on Johnny’s face, he didn’t mind.
“Looks like you’ve found my weakness,” he admitted as he took his usual place at the counter. “Even on a regular day I could eat a large by myself, but then again, I don’t think I have very much room left today...” He patted his tight stomach to emphasize his point, but sat at the counter anyway.
Rosina raised an eyebrow at him. “If you’re still able to walk, you’ve got room,” she stated matter-of-factly. He rolled his eyes at her in response, so Rosina figured that maybe a little praise was in order. She wanted him to keep up the good work, after all.
“I’ll be honest with you, Johnny, you’ve actually exceeded my expectations today. It seems you’re really committed to accomplishing the goals I’ve set out for you, and ahead of schedule at that. Are you so eager to leave?” She gave him a smirk and paired it with the same puppy eyes she used on him before - she quite liked the reaction they had netted her then.
Despite himself, Johnny’s heart skipped a beat. Even though she was holding him here against his will, manipulating him for her own gain, using him for nefarious (and still yet untold) purposes…he’d be damned if he couldn’t admit to himself that he found her terribly beautiful, and that he actually didn’t mind being trapped here with her all that much, if he was already being honest. He wanted to play her little game, and drove the ball right back into her court.
“I’m eager to see how much of that pizza I can get down before I tap out. Are you going to punish me in some way if I can’t finish it?” He couldn’t help himself - he liked the tiny, almost imperceptible micro-cues that displayed on her face when he surprised her, before she could fix them. He smirked back at her when he saw her eyes subtly widen, then quickly flicker to his protruding stomach and back up to his eyes in a nanosecond. She recovered quickly, he’d give her that.
“Hah. I admire your enthusiasm. Let’s cross that bridge when - no, if - we get there. Your appetite might surprise even yourself.” She magicked a plate in front of him and remotely flipped open the top of the cardboard box without touching it, floating a slice of oily, cheesy, sinful pepperoni pizza down to him.
Johnny licked his lips. He was still completely full - he had finished every single one of those cookies, after all, but it had been a few hours since then and he knew he could get down at least half of the pizza. Rosina had unintentionally chosen a meal he could gorge himself on any given day, so he was optimistic about his chances. The first slice went down with no issue or pause…but there were seven more to go.
Rosina watched Johnny quietly as he ate, not speaking a word during the first three slices he put away. She piped up when he started on his fourth with no signs of slowing down. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying this,” she teased, already having surmised that Johnny was growing accustomed to and liking gorging himself on fattening foods more than the average bear.
A blush rose to Johnny’s cheeks. He knew she’d spot his newfound guilty pleasure at some point, but he was still reluctant to face it boldly himself. He swallowed the final bite of his fourth slice - the halfway mark - and tried to direct the attention of his gluttony elsewhere. “Of course I’m enjoying it. Who wouldn’t? I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t like pizza,” he tried. His attempt at misdirection had the opposite of the intended effect.
“That may be so,” Rosina began, faking like she was going to let him off the hook; she continued, “…but have you ever met anyone who can polish off a large one, by themselves, after already having eaten as much as you have today?”
She relished in the deepening flush of his cheeks, as if urging her to carry on her teasing. Johnny paused eating to rest a moment, absently rubbing his gut ever so softly; mouth shut, but eyes and ears watching and listening to her every word intently.
“I mean just think about it. For breakfast, you had five buttery, syrupy waffles, six slices of bacon, and half a skillet full of hash browns. That’s enough to feed three people easily, but you ate it all by yourself. Then you had a ‘snack’” - she air-quoted the word with overexaggeration - “which was a giant, family-sized bag of greasy potato chips that would usually be reserved for a party or for eating over several days. Nope, not in your case - you poured every last crumb into your mouth in one sitting, and washed it down with a liter of sugary soda. That is absurdly indulgent.”
Rosina clocked Johnny’s quickening breath, and definitely did not miss the slight twitch in his pants. They were so tight they left very little to the imagination. She took this as permission to continue.
“All of that still wasn’t enough for you. For lunch you had a sandwich that was the size of your torso. I don’t even think you want to know how many calories were in the bread alone. I actually have no idea how you managed to finish that one. And yet still you had room for dessert! You ate five chocolate chip cookies after that. Five!” She grew more excited with every word, volume increasing as she went on.
The bulge in Johnny’s pants was now fully apparent and unmistakeable; his eyes were glazed over with lust. Rosina smiled wickedly as she watched him reach for a fifth slice of pizza, his eyes never leaving hers.
“And now look at you. Going to town on pizza, even after all of that. You didn’t even need any help from me - you just needed the permission. A little push. Time to stop hiding from yourself, you gluttonous thing. Just let go already - every day is going to be like this. You may as well give into what it’s going to do to you.”
That was the straw that broke the pig’s back. Johnny began to palm his swollen cock over his jeans, using the forward momentum of arousal to surge past the growing pain in his stomach, to shovel more fattening food into his greedy mouth. He couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to - he was a machine now. A machine designed entirely to eat.
Rosina watched him with hunger of a different variety. She nearly had to sit on her hands to stop herself from touching him. Heat within her sparked again at every moan he voiced, a pulse went through her every time he stopped mid-bite to burp; by the time Johnny managed to force down the last of the pizza, she was completely slick between her legs.
Johnny’s feast had a similar effect on him. Unfortunately, he was too full to do anything about it. All he could do was lie back and groan in discomfort - he couldn’t even bring himself to rub his belly like he was habitually doing after each meal now, as he couldn’t bear for it to be touched at the moment. He thought a single graze of a finger might make him pop.
The two silently sat in each other’s company for a solid half an hour, each vaguely contemplating the responses their bodies had given them during this feasting episode. After some time, Rosina rose first, wordlessly offering Johnny her arm for support, which he took with a heavy hand. With her help, he was able to slowly drag himself, leaning upon Rosina’s shoulder all the while, back into his bed for a fitful sleep - punctuated by small burps and moans until he finally drifted off.
Rosina’s sleep was equally restless, for in the morning, she knew that when his stomach would finally be empty, it would certainly hang past the waistband of those pesky pants. This thought was better than any dream she could conjure.
Feedist Kinktober Day 13 - Insatiable Itch/Lace Embrace/Bad Influence
I decided to go back and combine a few prior days’ worth of prompts simply because *I* have been feeling particularly insatiable lately.…so this bit of ferociously horny fiction is going to satisfy some prompts in more than one way. NSFW AF 🫠 Like seriously, warning, this one might be more smut than it is feedism! I hope you enjoy regardless! 😘
Sophie hatches a plan to feed both her boyfriend’s new insatiable appetite as well as her own.
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Over the last year or so, Sophie’s boyfriend had finally started to just…relax. He eased up on diet and exercise and increasingly leaned into enjoying himself and indulging. This had led to a slow and steady gain of around 50 pounds or so, she couldn’t be sure, she never asked - because she found herself terribly attracted to it, and was terrified that mentioning her man’s expanding waistline would cause him to shrink it. That would, of course, be devastating, because Sophie was completely and entirely unable to keep her hands off of it (or off of herself when she was privately thinking of his new fat, for that matter.) If her boyfriend noticed, he didn’t say anything - but he was certainly enjoying the extra attention he had been getting lately. Sophie resolved herself to come up with a way to not only get him to maintain his luscious new shape, but possibly even widen it further. If she was this turned on by him now, what would another 20 pounds do for her? She shuddered with excitement at the thought.
One fine evening after work, her boyfriend arrived home to a delicious surprise. Sophie was waiting for him on their sofa, scantily clad in some black lace negligee he had never seen her in - he was confident he would have remembered. He stood there, slack-jawed, taking in the sight of her: black stockings hugged her thick thighs, so tight they looked painted onto her skin - if not for the soft puffs of flesh bulging out over the tops of them. He wanted to bite that flesh, suckle it and leave a mark right there on her inner thighs. The lacy bralette she was wearing would have revealed her pink nipples through slits in the material, if not for her long hair cascading over them and hiding them from view. Though it was modest at best, he still wanted to drag his tongue between her cleavage, over her collarbone and up her neck, right into her mouth. His dick twitched. Whatever lace bottoms she had on, he could only imagine, because they were obscured by the large box sitting across her lap.
He didn’t say anything, so Sophie took the initiative. “Well? Do I look good enough to eat?” she teased, cocking an eyebrow. He dropped his belongings and made to dive into her, but she raised one of those smooth, stockinged legs and stopped him from coming any closer to her with her foot, sinking her toes into his soft, pudgy stomach. “Ah-ah, no sir. I need you to do something for me first.”
He practically whimpered, dick so instantly hard it was beginning to hurt from straining against his pants. “Whatever it is, tell me now before I bust inside of my jeans.”
Sophie smiled at that. She opened the box on her lap. “You’re gonna need to eat for me, baby.”
He blinked. “You want me to eat a donut before you’ll let me touch you?”
“No, baby, don’t be silly,” Sophie cooed, words dripping off of her tongue like syrup.
“Then what?” He asked. “Want me to eat you? You know I’m more than happy to oblige that request,” he suggested with a devilish smile. It faded quickly after the sentence that followed.
Sophie stated, matter-of-factly, “I don’t want you to eat a donut. I want you to eat all of them.”
A small chill went down his spine. Had she figured him out? For a while now, he had been secretly enjoying his new size, often squeezing and groping himself in the mirror before and after his showers, mindlessly rubbing his gut after a filling meal and enjoying the sensation, aroused and in awe of the new skin he would find in doing so. He would intentionally overeat every now and then, quietly hoping that extra desserts here and snacking between meals there would show up as additional pounds on the scale. He did not divulge this information to Sophie because he was worried it would send her running, but he had been getting suspicious when she started putting her hands on him more and more recently. He had figured it was too good to be true that she was just as aroused by his weight gain as he was.
Faced with Sophie holding a dozen donuts and telling him he had to devour them all in order to literally receive her as a reward ignited the same thought, but he was not stupid enough to pass up the opportunity. He made his way over to join her on the couch. She patted the spot next to her and he sat; she draped those long, silky legs over his, her back to the armrest, her attention completely on him. She had hunger in her eyes, and he was sure he did too. His stomach growled as if to answer.
He made a move to unbutton his pants and free his hard dick for some relief, but Sophie stopped him again. “Hang on. Those are getting awfully tight on you, big guy. If you can pop them open without using your hands, I’ll see what I can do about rewarding you for that, too.”
He swallowed hard. “Guess I’d better get to work then.”
The first four went down quickly and easily. It was actually a portion size he was used to and familiar with, since some mornings he would indulge in exactly four for breakfast. On the fifth, though, Sophie shifted the box from her lap to the coffee table in front of the sofa, offering him a clear view of the black lace underwear the box had been hiding. He now had a front row seat to Sophie rubbing herself over them. He yearned desperately to take over for her but obeyed the command he was given. Unable to feel her silky skin, he instead opted to use his hands for rubbing his steadily swelling belly soothingly while he chewed. Five donuts was incredibly indulgent, and his stomach was beginning to feel each bite. He could feel it stretching taut beneath him.
He leaned forward to reach for his sixth donut, the halfway point, when it happened - the forward push of his expanding middle snapped the button of his jeans out of its loop. His heavy gut spilled forward, pushing down his zipper and offering him more room. An instant wave of relief washed over him. His ever-hardening cock felt the initial bounce of his stomach on top of it and the rush of pleasure urged him onward. He lunged for the sixth donut and cleared it in four bites.
Sophie, witnessing this, was beside herself. She had soaked through to the outside of those lace panties and stroked herself faster. “Babe…you have no idea how hot that was. Keep going for me, please,” she begged.
“Fuck…I want to, I really do, but I’m starting to get full,” he whined, and he meant it. He wanted nothing more than to keep going, but while the space from his now-open pants helped tremendously, he didn’t know if it would be enough to eat another six donuts.
“It’s okay, honey. I’m going to help, like I promised you I would.” With that, Sophie slid off of the sofa to kneel between his widening legs. He peered down at her over the rounded top of his belly (which was getting rather difficult to do.) She reached up to pull his tight jeans off of him; he lifted himself briefly to assist before plopping back down with a significant jiggle. This aroused both himself and Sophie simultaneously.
“Get to work on number seven,” she demanded, as she pulled his completely stiff cock out of his boxers. He watched in awe as she ran her tongue, torturously slowly, from the base of him all the way up his shaft, licking the tip and kissing it lightly, her moist lips lustfully suckling at his head. A single thick drop of precum oozed out of him and she licked it greedily, causing another twitch and shiver down his body. He reached for another donut and bit into it, nearly gasping when this caused Sophie to take him into her mouth completely. He chewed at a snail’s pace, unable to focus on both the sweet pastry and Sophie slowly bobbing her head up and down him at the same time. He had already been so turned on during this feast that he thought he might finish immediately, but when Sophie noticed that he had stopped chewing entirely, she stopped sucking.
“Sorry babe,” she said around his cock, mouth full. She removed herself from him. “Can’t risk you finishing before you…finish,” she said, nodding her head at the box of donuts, 5 remaining inside it. Not counting the half of one still on his hand. Which he shoved into his mouth and swallowed posthaste before picking up his eighth.
He took a bite; playfully, Sophie pumped her mouth on his cock when he bit. Another bite - another pump. She was looking up at him from her position between his legs, bright eyes shining impishly, hint of a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, around where his cock was stuffed in. He swooned and feverishly finished the rest as she went back to work on him.
He found a good pace for the next three donuts: he would take a few bites, pause to rub his stomach and groan as it stretched fuller, focus on his breathing and Sophie’s skillful tongue sliding up and down his length, quickening his chewing pace to ensure he would obey her and not cum until he had finished every last bite. He ate faster, hoping he could fit everything in before his stomach could catch on to how full he was. He went to reach for his final donut, a decadent cream-filled one, when to his surprise, Sophie stopped him yet again.
She took him out of her mouth, wiped herself off with the back of her hand and addressed him. “I’ve been so wrapped up in sucking you off that I didn’t get to appreciate you glutting yourself on those last five donuts,” she pouted. “I want to enjoy this one. And after I’ve filled you up with food, it’ll be your turn to fill me up next…just like that cream-filled donut you’re about to stuff into this sexy gut of yours.” She used both of her hands to adoringly rub his overfull stomach, gently massaging away the pain that was beginning to set in.
He leaned his head back and moaned. She chanced herself a squeeze at his softening chest too, enjoying the plushness she found there. “If we keep this up, yours are going to be bigger than mine,” she teased. He flushed a little at that, but nonetheless, sat back up so he could take the last few bites he would need to take to finish his indulgent task.
Sophie watched him hungrily, greedily, as he made his way through it, stroking him now with her hands. She quickened her pace as he got towards the end, but carefully so as not to let him spill himself before she was ready. When he was finally done, he gazed over at her, his eyes pulling up to hers slowly. He offered his hand to help her back up onto the sofa and she took it, cuddling up next to him. She rubbed his aching belly for him some more.
“Baby…you ate so, so well for me. Thank you. I’m so indescribably pleased,” she sang, lovingly rubbing all the while. “I’m so worked up I could climax just looking at you. But that would be such a waste of this…fattened stupor you’ve eaten yourself into, and all for me.” She deftly kicked off her underwear, rising to a kneeling position next to him on the couch.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let you lift a finger. Let me do all the work…you just sit back and relax.” She swung a leg over him, having to stretch pretty high to get it over his distended gut. He was almost too full to be excited. Almost. His cock was standing at full attention, though, ready to blow with the slightest touch if he wasn’t careful.
He placed a large hand on either side of Sophie’s waist and moved with her as she slowly, ever so tenderly, lowered herself onto him. It took self control from the heavens to not immediately blow his load right then and there, but by some miracle, he held it in, not wanting to cut Sophie’s good time short. She was so wet, so dripping wet, that she took his entire length with no issue whatsoever, and sat at the base of his shaft, legs spread wide on either side of his stomach, head thrown back in ecstasy. She began to move, and he lowered his hands from her waist to her curvaceous ass, digging his fingers into her skin to keep himself from exploding. He guided her up and down, up and down, sensually, savoring every full pump; her sweet noises and moans music to his ears. Every time she landed back down, it sent a ripple across the skin of his fattened middle.
When he was sure he was going to pop, he held her down to his base firmly with his strong hands, not letting her force herself back upwards. “Soph. Careful. I’m so close,” he whined, not ready for it to be over. She was drenching the sofa below them.
She looked him in the eyes, her hands in his hair, grabbing it to ground herself. “I’m sorry…it’s so hard to stop. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.” She was practically whimpering.
She physically could not stop herself from moving and began to rock herself back and forth, since she was being kept from bouncing her ass up and down by his tightly gripped hands. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened - she couldn’t stop a yelp from escaping. Rocking back and forth on him caused her to grind her clit against his distended belly, and with his cock still inside of her, the combination of sensations overwhelmed her. She continued this movement, back slightly arched, one hand behind her to steady her and one hand still gently but firmly planted on her partner’s bulging stomach. Her cries were incessant, her juices soaking his lap. Seeing her this way was enough to send him over the edge too.
“Fuck babe - I can’t stop,” he panted, and sat upright. He began to slam into her from beneath, hard, burying his face into her tits.
“Don’t! Please don’t!” Sophie screamed, bouncing as he thrusted, nearly in tears as her clit was still being stimulated by her boyfriend’s chub, which itself was jiggling with every slam. She clutched his hair tightly in her hands and kissed him passionately, tongues sloppily licking each other in a lustful, animalistic battle.
Finally, and with incredible force, he unleashed himself inside of her - fulfilling his promise to fill her up with aplomb. Feeling his warmth spilling inside of her, coating her from within, caused Sophie to finish too, her rocking slowly coming to a halt. Breathless and shaking, they held each other a while, unmoving. He didn’t dare pull himself out of her.
It took several minutes but Sophie finally spoke first, voice raspy and hoarse. “I hate to break it to you, baby, but this cannot be the last time we do this.” If his cock wasn’t so completely drained, it would have perked back up, but Sophie had done a damn good job emptying him.
“Fine by me. As long as you don’t mind the…’side effect’ of feeding me and fucking me like that. That’s an addictive combo.”
Sophie pulled back from their hug to kiss him softly. “That ‘side effect’ is exactly what made me so insatiable in the first place, hot stuff.” She pinched the roll of fat that had formed at his sides. “I’m probably going to make this a lot worse. I’m determined to be a bad influence on your waistline.”
Exhausted and unable to move to the bed, they laid down where they were, ignoring the sofa’s deplorable state. Sophie was pressed up right against her man to keep from falling off - a difficult task, with how much space he was taking up now. They fit into each other’s nooks like puzzle pieces, her ass wedged into his crotch, his large belly in the crevice of her arched back…and drifted off to sleep in bliss.
