... I did it 🤭 (Patreon)

The smell of butter and sugar filled the kitchen, soft and thick like temptation itself. She moved easily between the stove and the counter—light on her feet, her hands quick as she stirred the thick batter for another tray of cookies. Behind her, sprawled across the couch like he owned the whole thing, lay him shirtless and bloated. His belly heavy on his lap,  huge, round and tight, with all of its stretch marks in full display. She glanced at him, at how huge he looked compared to her. She, tiny and light.Him, so full he couldn’t even stand up. She smiled, tossing a look over her shoulder.He was trying to adjust himself with both hands gripping the underside of his belly like he needed help just to shift. She carried the plate over, perched on the arm of the couch with ease, her light frame barely making the cushions shift. Without warning, she swung one leg over him and settled herself right on top of his belly, straddling the highest curve. "Comfortable?" she asked sweetly, grinding down just a little, feeling the way his overfilled gut compressed under her. He answered with a slap on her ass. Her small hands pressed into the sides of his belly, fingers sinking into the thick softness of his love handles. She stayed seated on him, letting her hips settle deeper into the soft swell of his belly. Her hands roamed lazily, tracing over the stretch marks along his sides with slow, teasing fingers, grinding her hips just a little more, making the pressure on his bloated belly grow a bit. He whimpered again, half from the ache of fullness, half from the unbearable heat building deep in his belly… and lower still.