»Uff.«
He sits down—breathing heavy—and the chair cracks dangerously loud.
»As you can probably see, honey invited me to the new texan all-you-can-eat yesterday and i t w a s a f e a s t ! I could hardly walk after 4 continues hours of eating. I think my babe only ate one plate and then he just started getting more stuff for me. Back home, he urged me to step on the bathroom scale and we both chuckled when it only displayed ›error‹. Finally outgrew that piece of shit, haha.
That night he gave me some belly rubs but soon my boy became more active and started humping my ever growing gut. He promised me that he'd make me even bigger.
Next morning—as you can see—I'm still bloated as fuck, man! I just grabbed a shirt from my drawer but it doesn't even fit over my enlarged man tits. Maybe I should work from home today. But then my boy will probably start cooking soon…shit.«
Willie J
2017-09-21 13:06:12 +0000 UTCMichael Collins
2017-09-21 11:41:42 +0000 UTC