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[fittofat22]

I watched as you chugged each container of heavy cream. The glazed over look in your eyes after you finished each carton. Your belly becoming more and more swollen after each swallow. You just couldn’t stop. I didn’t even command you to drink the second one. You just did it like a good little feedee without being told. All this time, I’m still stuffing cheesecake in your face. You swallowed and moaned through every bite. I rubbed your belly and squeezed your rolls that seemed to be getting larger every day. Afterward, it was time to go to the bedroom. You pathetically tried to waddle your way there while clutching your distended belly. I rubbed your back as you walked, encouraging you with every step. You slowly lay down on the bed with a groan. You begged me to rub your belly to give you some sense of relief. You looked so pathetic lying there, that I felt I had no other choice but to help you. I rubbed your belly in slow circles. As I put pressure on different areas, you moaned in pleasure. ‘That feels so much better. Don’t stop.’

‘You’ve fucking ruined me.’ You said this over and over again throughout the night. ‘I was 165 pounds when we met. I’m already at 185 and it’s only been a few weeks!’ But I couldn’t let you stop gaining. You unleashed a beast inside of me that had been trying to claw its way out for years. Now, it finally got a taste of what it craved, and it wasn’t going to let it go so quickly.

Even after all this time, I can still picture every detail of that night so clearly. The way your mouth closed around the spoonfuls of cheesecake and how I licked the crumbs off your lips. How quickly you chugged that bottle of Fanta like your life depended on it. How your round belly pressed against my flat one as you attempted to fuck me after. And I’ll never forget all of the pig statues scattered throughout your apartment; a constant reminder of what you and I truly are.