eat for me 🍕 (Patreon)

He sat propped up against the headboard, shirt already unbuttoned, breathing a little heavier than usual. She straddled the bed beside him, graceful and composed, her toned body barely moving as she reached for the next plate.“Open,” she said, holding up another forkful.He obeyed. Bite after bite, she fed him with a steady rhythm—no rush, but no pause either. His stomach was already pushing out over the waistband of his pants, swollen and heavy, straining the buttons. She rested her free hand on his belly, pressing into the warm, taut skin as she lifted another bite to his lips. She could already feel how packed his belly was.The pressure inside him built steadily. His shirt, which had been tight even before, now looked absurd—each button holding on for dear life as his belly was more swollen than ever. With a quiet pop, one of the middle buttons flew off and bounced across the floor... causing a big smile on her face.“Still hungry,” she said, though it wasn’t a question. She reached for the dessert tray—four slices of cheesecake, stacked—and broke off a bite. Her fingers slid across his stomach in slow, circling motions. He opened his mouth again.With each bite, his belly grew tighter, rounder. His breathing grew shallower, chest rising and falling as the weight of the food settled deep in his gut. The pressure was intense, almost overwhelming, but her voice—soft, commanding—kept him going.Soon, his pants gave up too. The zipper burst open as his belly surged forward, no longer restrained. She helped him slide them off, careful not to touch the aching swell too roughly. He moaned softly, full and dazed.By the time the final plate was empty, his stomach looked impossibly round—taut and distended, glistening slightly with sweat under the dim hotel lights. He couldn’t sit up anymore. He just lay there, completely stuffed.She leaned over, brushing his hair back from his forehead, her toned stomach rubbing lightly against his bloated one.