I want us both to constantly be gorging ourselves. I want to spend our evenings and weekends naked with 10 big comfy duvets stacked on top of each other on the floor, surrounded by our favourite desserts and cakes and food and wine.
I want you to watch me eat, I want to watch you eat. I want to feed you and guide more food into that greedy mouth. I want you to shove calorie dense, fattening baked goods into my mouth and use your hand to move my mouth up and down when I chew. I wanna fill our bellies until they’re throbbing and we can see new stretch marks forming. I want to have lazy, hedonistic, fat, animalistic sex. I want to taste the sweat on your body because you’re getting so heavy you overheat so easily now.
I want to squeeze and jiggle your belly, ass and bite your back rolls gently, I know it makes you tingle. I want to squeeze and massage your fat thighs. I want you to put your hands around my fat belly and move and shake it. I want to tell each other how huge we’re getting and how we look like completely different people because we just got so, fucking, fat. Eat. Fuck. Eat. Fuck. Drink. Eat. Eat. Fuck.
I want us to put on at least 5 pounds a week. I want to take turns on top, it’s not fair to make a fatty do that exercise every time. We can’t burn too many calories so we’ll have to alternate. I want to cum inside a fat, squishy, hot, warm pussy. How could I ever experience anything else after my cock has had your fat, obese, lazy, soft, delicious pussy.
I want to have to lift your giant belly, so that I can rest my huge, swollen gut on your pussy and use it to press again your clit when I penetrate you.
They say personal growth is important in a relationship but I guess I had a different definition darling.