Put it on the table; (Patreon)

"God you really have gotten fat. See the way your gut spills across the counter! And what about these, huh? These tubby jugs of yours don't fit your shirt, why even bother wearing it??"An old hookup friend of Ceran finds themself in town for work, but considers paying a visit for old times sake. They couldn't deny the prodding thoughts of getting another ride, vividly recalling stormy evenings of getting pounded out by the man's fluid jackrabbit thrusts till they saw stars. They drop him a text, expressing interest in catching up, which he easily gels with. However, he's still typing. "hey full disclosure I've put on a few pounds, just a heads up lol"An understatement of the highest caliber.He admits that one of his recent companions had a feeding kink, and he simply never bothered to pump off the pounds. With the rainy season pelting the town, it was terribly easy to sprawl out into indolent indulgence within his decadent little den. His old friend swallowed, their unapologetic stare focusing in on the depth of cleavage that wobbled over the hem of Ceran's excruciatingly stretched tank top. Apparently another companion was staring down the barrel of a feeding kink.