With each thump of a step, the hardfloor creaked, and his belly (quickly outgrowing one of his largest t shirts) jiggled and wobbled. It looked like it was gonna bust free from beneath that fabric at any second. With a full-body-fat jiggle, he stopped right in front of me, his big and menacing gut pressing against my own skinny torso and flat chest. He looked down on me and sported a cocky grin across that chiseled face that still managed to maintain its slim, model-worthy shape. Apparently his belly not only wanted all the food, but all the fat too! How was it that his body was still so defined while his stomach (and now recently his ass) blew up like a water balloon?? All fat. All man. His gut pressed against me, I could feel the vibrations and churning coming from within him, followed by an audible belly growl. A distinctive ‘I’m fucking starving’ belly growl. He made a cute little “oof” sound as he slid his large veiny jock hands up and down and across his mountain. My heart was in my throat…because he had just eaten an hour ago. And Daddy reminded me by delivering a low growling burp. He was stuffed and full. Yet still hungry for more. I knew exactly what he wanted. And he knew it to. But he was polite enough to ask anyway…
“So what are you gettin ‘us’ for lunch?”
And he clearly wasn’t talking about him and me because when he emphasized ‘us,’ he gave his belly two pats that sounded like a drum. He was joking around…but then again. He kinda wasn’t… because Daddy’s big fat round belly roared in hunger again. And that was my cue to cut and RUN to get him more food!
Dàle Fattu
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