Hot little story!

This was pre surgery.

So we were both on the couch. The big boy was chowing down on...well everything. He had a few boxes of pasta, 2 boxes of oreos, fuck ton of chicken, and a bag of potato chips in his belly. He was currently finishing off the cookies and cream gallon of ice cream when he looked down at his belly and actually looked genuinely surprised and a little too proud. He slapped his belly, as I just sat there with my throbbing boner, and started giving himself belly rubs, pats, and even jiggled it a few times.

“Damn...Brr...I think I’ve grown bigger man...BRRRRP!”

“I’ll say.”

“Look at this!” He shoved another pile of ice cream into his mouth, then put the gallon aside. He needed two hands to absorb his girth. He spread his two large, powerful hands across his vast belly terrain. Up and down, all around. The sound was soothing and erotic. The little hiccups were so adorable! His belly just sat there, plopping back down onto his lap with each hand release. He looked BIG and FINE.

“Yeah well that’s what happens when you eat like a king man.” I reached over and gave his belly a big fucking pat and a good rubbing. “You become KING SIZED.”

He laughed a cute bro laugh as I gave him a few more pats and rubs, causing his monumental fat to jiggle and shake. I tried to keep it as platonic as I could and just made it seem friendly and jokingly.

“Yeah man...BRRAAAP...I do make you get me tons of food. But I guess that’s just how it is huh? No way to fight it.” He seemed to relish in the idea that he had such a tight control over his tiny little roomie. Like he knew he had developed a gigantic appetite. He knew he was eating a lot. And he surrendered his willpower to his love for food. He knew his belly was getting bigger. He knew he was still getting taller. He knew his muscles were getting stronger by the day. He knew he was growing bigger and bigger as I shrunk in his presence. And he KNEW that the bigger he got, the more of his bitch I became. There was no way I’m hell I could challenge him. And each passing day, he makes sure it stays that way by growing a little more. By making me buy all his food. By making me clear out my cabinets so he can stock up on more food!

He lifted his cute, big butt and farted, then belched again. He let his belly stay plopped outa his shirt as he picked up the gallon of ice cream and finished it off.

One last giant spoonful...and...gone.

He dropped the spoon onto his chest.

“Done...RRRRRRRP...this is for you dude, haha.” He gave me the empty gallon and spoon. Melted ice cream was on his lips and t shirt, dripping down his gut. All I wanted to do was kick it all off him🥺but I did my job and threw out the gallon, rinsed off the spoon and came back with another gallon of cookies and cream....

And the moment he locked eyes on it, his inner beast growled....