Kinktober Day 10: Denial

We can have a little gentle femdom, as a treat.

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“You want more, don’t you?” she asked, pulling the tube out of her lover’s mouth. He gasped and nodded, licking the last of the thick shake she’d funneled down his throat from his lips. She had him handcuffed to one of their bedposts. He wore nothing but a white t-shirt that had barely fit when they’d started that afternoon and was now riding halfway up the orb of his gut.

“I don’t know if I should…” She lifted his belly off his lap and let it slap back down onto his thighs. He was so round and full she could actually hear the thousands of calories sloshing inside him. “You look a little too full to handle another three thousand calories, dearest.”

All he could do was pant in response. On her orders, he’d been training himself, bloating himself each day, first with water, then with milk. She’d told him that when he was ready, they’d switch him to half-and-half, and then finally cream. He knew he could hold another shake, but didn’t dare say so.

She gave his belly a jiggle with both hands, grinning at the sound. “Then again… you’ve gotten so greedy lately. Tell me: do you think you can handle it?”

“Yes,” he answered simply.

“How badly do you want it?”

“More than anything.”

“Oh?” As soon as he heard her tone, he knew he would eat his words in a matter of moments. She uncuffed him and massaged his wrists and arms tenderly and kissed each of his palms. “Lie back, love,” she ordered gently. He laid back flat on the bed, and felt himself growing hard as he listened to the sound of the shake sloshing and digesting as he moved. The weight of his own stomach on top of him was delicious.

She traced her hand gently up his inner thigh. His legs were still slim, almost girlish. She watched him react to the anticipation—his chest and stomach rising and falling faster as his breathing quickened, the goosebumps on his skin. His eyes were closed, eyelids fluttering a little. “Are you sure you want it more than anything?” She traced a fingertip along the underside of his cock, biting her bottom lip as she watched it harden further at even that feather-light touch.

He opened his eyes and nodded. He was sure.

...until her lips wrapped around his cock and he was sighing without even realizing. He hissed through his teeth as her tongue flicked across the head, already sensitive. His belly was so full, and her mouth was so warm, and it didn’t take long before he was certain he’d come.

So, naturally, she stopped. Sat up. Rubbed a tender hand over the taut flesh at the apex of his stomach. “Do you still want another shake more than anything else?”

He whimpered. Whatever answer he gave, he knew she would find a way to torture him with it in the sweetest way. “I don’t know,” he heard himself say. And it was true. But somehow, she always knew what he wanted.

She laughed and kissed the soft bit of flesh beginning to develop just below his bellybutton. “So honest! What a well-behaved boy.”

She had him sit up again, setting pillows behind him so he could lie back slightly. Every tender touch and soft kiss she lavished on him as she made him comfortable made him throb. When she pulled out the funnel, his hips twitched. “Not yet, love,” she soothed. “You have to finish your shake first. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? My greedy boy.” She put the tube into his mouth and checked that he was comfortable. He gave her a thumbs up, and she started pouring.

He moaned as the flavor hit his tongue. She’d switched from chocolate to banana, and the new taste made him gulp it down even faster. He knew he was already too full after the first few gulps. He was already so swollen. But every time he heard her murmur “Good boy, halfway there” or “Almost done, baby, you’re doing so good” he knew he couldn’t stop. He’d drink until he burst as long as she kept cooing in his ear and telling him how much softer he would be soon. She knew just how to exploit his praise kink.

When he drank the last of it, she pulled the funnel from his lips. He felt dazed. His stomach was so full he could hardly think, pure sugar coursing through his veins and making him dizzy. She rubbed his belly gently. He was dimly aware that he looked like he was in the final months of a particularly heavy pregnancy, his stomach a near-unnatural zeppelin jutting in front of him. His shirt barely covered the top of his belly. She kissed his forehead. “You did so well, I gave you two extra shakes instead of just one.” He hiccupped and groaned. “This”—she gave his stomach a slight jostle, and he hiccupped again—“is nine-thousand calories. You drank down nine-thousand calories in just a couple hours.”

Even though most of the blood in his body was in his digestive system, struggling to process all he’d consumed, he still felt his cock twitch upon hearing that number.

“You deserve a reward, sweet boy.” At first, he thought the reward might just be a nap. Maybe a tummy rub. He was stuffed so full there wasn’t much else he wanted to do. But then he felt her tongue on him, tracing his length, and he melted back into the pillows like the spoiled little prince he was. Having waited for so long, he came swiftly, but she wasn’t content until she knew she’d milked him dry.

After that, he was definitely ready for a nap. She joined him in bed and wrapped her arms around him as he laid his head on her chest, cuddling close, both their hands cradling the heavy mass of his stomach as he drifted off.