Willing

Some things are just heaven on earth. Like feeling his lips against yours, as they dance and move as one. The way his scruffy beard tickles your nose and your face as he gently pushes his tongue into your mouth. The feel of his strong arms as they wrap around you. The way his calloused worker hands run along your flesh, feeling every inch of your body. Feeling his fingers grip your hips. Or feeling one of his hands on the back of your head pulling you deeper into the kiss, while his other hand reaches down and grasps your ass, giving it a firm yet gentle squeeze, causing you to groan with excitement.

He lets or a groan of his own, sounding more like a deep growl in his hairy chest, as he gently pushes you back onto the bed. Now on his hands and knees, he smiles down at you. His gorgeous eyes sparkle with joy eagerness. You feel something hairy and firm brush across your hard cock and it makes you gasp. He looks down and you follow his gaze to see his bulbous hairy belly hanging down, looking bigger than normal, as he moves it up and down, side to side, doing everything he can to keep it brushing your cock, which is now leaving clear gooey trails on his belly.

"You like my big belly," he whispers, just loud enough for toy to hear over both your heavy breathing.

"Yes I do," you reply softly, brushing one of your hands across the surface of his gut. He gives a growl of pleasure in response.

"You made me so fat," he says as he runs a hand on his own belly and gives it a firm shake. "You did this to me."

You bite your bottom lip and let out a satisfied moan.

"You like that?" He asks as he let's his belly drop, expanding enough to allow it to completely engulf your cock. Being sure that the head of your cock enters his navel, before your cock is lost from sight under his gut.

You can't stop the moan escaping your lipids. "Mmhmm" is the only sound you can make of your own free will.

"Sounded like a yes to me." He says as he leans down and kisses you again.

He then proceeds to drop his entire 380 lbs body on you, causing a lot of the air to escape your lungs. But you're used to this. It's nothing new. In fact, you love every moment of it. It's how you know that all that time you spend feeding him, sliding him your leftovers at dinner, all those extra feelings he's been getting in order to satisfy you, his wanting to be your prized hog has all paid off.

He then begins grinding against you. Driving his belly against your cock like a giant fleshlight. He then nuzzles into your kneck and whispers.

"Do you want me to get fatter?"

You cock twitches and you thrust your hips into his fat belly. "Yes." You manage you vocalize with what oxygen you have.

"Do you want to make me bigger?"

"Hell yes," you moan as you continue thrusting, in rhythm with his own.

"Good. Because I want to be your prized hog."

"Oh fuck yeah," you said as you cum against his belly. He growls with satisfaction as he feels your hot seed wet his belly.

You push him over onto his back, only because he let's you. His gut bulges up toward the ceiling, his own hard cock slaps against it. You climb onto his lap, and reach over onto the nightstand, where you grab the boxes of donuts you placed there earlier. He growls with anticipation as you grind against his bulbous belly, your cock still hard. Without a word he opens his mouth and you begin feeding him, stuffing his face, feeding his ravenous hunger.

What happens throughout the night is up to you. He's completely under your control. With both your goals aligned, he had no reason to fight you. Only to let the feeding continue until he's all beyond his capacity. Knowing you won't stop until he's so full that he'll cover his belly with his own seed without even touching himself. Knowing the feeding won't stop until YOU are satisfied.