He leaned over and whispered to her ear, “Are you full now, sweet baby?”
“So… ungh… fucking.. Full…”
She truly was. She was unable to resist when there was food in sight. And he knew that, and kept treating her with the yummiest of foods… Her favourites… Fully knowing that she has absolutely no traces of willpower left.
“You cannot possibly take another bite now, can you, sweetie?”
“Ungh… Noo… Sooo full…”
He caressed her bare belly now. His hand travelled over the vast expanse of soft jiggly fat, feeling her. A thick layer of blubber. Yet inches under her sternum, even under this thick layer of fat, he could feel a fairly large taut lump, which sat there in contrast with her overall jiggly softness. It was her stomach. She really was full.
“Nnnnnooo…”, she protested at the slightest touch of this sensitive area.
“Shhhh… It’s OK, baby. I’ll be gentle… Do you want a belly rub now? To help you digest all this food?”
“Yessss… please…” She loved belly rubs. She loved when he kneaded her fat, played with her thick fat rolls, showered her belly with kisses and told her how he loves her fat.
“Some cocoa butter for your stretch marks…” he declared as he applied an ample dose of massage lotion, and started spreading it over her enormous belly, making it all shiny and slick. It was just a pretense. They both loved her stretch marks. They are a monument of her hedonistic gluttony, a condensed memory of many many meals being fed into her enormous fat belly.
She was purring as a cat as he masterfully spread the slick fatness all over her soft skin, playing with her thick love handles, and massaged the area around her deep bellybutton in circular motions. Her breathing quickened as he started to focus on her lower belly. Her lower belly was very sensitive, but even more important, she shivered in anticipating what was going to happen next. He applied more lotion to his palm, and wedged his hand into the slit between her massive belly and her meaty thighs. Using both hands, he lifted her massive belly in order to cover its underside and her upper thighs with lotion. She left out a soft moan of pleasure when he touched her down there… She was naked. She usually preferred to stay naked at home. She loved him to touch her here, so why make it more difficult?
She left out a loud moan when his fingers found her magic spot. He let go of the heavy fat lower belly, which buried his hand completely under a deep layer of soft belly fat. He massaged her clit in circular motions, then slid two fingers inside her and started to finger her pussy, while massaging her clit with his thumb.
“You deserve a dessert now for being such a good girl and finishing everything, don’t you?”, he cooed.
“Yess… Oh my god yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhh…” Her breathing was shallow as a wave of pleasure was building.
“I meant a real dessert. Like, umm, a cake. Would you it? Or are you too full? Should I stop now?”
“Nnnoo! Don’t stop!” she panted.
“I just knew you would want a cake then…” he concluded as he continued to finger her with an ever increasing pace. It was clear she was getting close. With a used gesture, he reached for the cake with his other hand, grabbed a piece of it and pushed the rich, moist, creamy sweet mess into her waiting mouth. This was all she needed to explode in a earth-shattering orgasm. Being pleasured while being fed a delicious cake totally overwhelmed her sensory inputs and gave her that last thrust needed to orgasm.
“Ooohh, ohhh, ooooohhh…. I… am… cum… ming…” she panted as the powerful wave of pleasure shook her body, jiggling her soft fat like jelly…
He kept rubbing her throughout her train of orgasms… When they finally subsided and she regained her breath, she looked him with with a naughty twinkle in her eyes he knew too well…
“Ohhhh baby… This was sooo good! Now… Where is the rest of my cake?”
God damn. Please 😍😍😍