Squish Date - P5 (Patreon)

Finally wrapped this one up!! The last one and this one have both ended up completely destroying me so I hope you'll enjoy such indulgent fun adlsfkjalsdf, you wanted her fuller you GOT her fuller. And here is a small story to go with this >:3

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A Monument.

That was really the only word you could think to describe her.

A Monument to gluttony, hedonism. To pushing the limits to their furthest places. To indulging ones desires and kinks to such an excess as to be Completely Irresponsible.

At the end of the last feeding session Squish was left in such stuffed-drunk state that her mind was smothered in a haze of lustful and obscene sensation. Her boulder of an aching groaning stomach had been so colossally overpacked that she could barely focus on anything but the intense burning pleasure of being pushed far, far, past her limits. It was like her entire consciousness had been smothered under the heaving, dominating weight of her own creaking stomach.

And as you planned to bring her home, you noticed.

She was still whining for more. Weakly trying to push towards a few crumbs on a plate just out of her reach. Not even speaking, too full, too needy to use her words. Just whining like some beast. Her gut was hanging in front of her like some obscene creaking boulder and she was seriously trying to get more?

You have pushed this gluttonous bug into such a Stuffed-Drunk state that she wasn't even thinking about consequence. About limits. Her mind was on auto-pilot, dominated by the desire that had come to define her entire current existence. More. Fuller.

And who were you to deny her what she wants? More orders. More Food. Burgers. Burritos. Spaghetti. Pizza. Cakes, Pastries, and Icecream. Anything and everything that was on the menu. She'd already cleared a good portion of their inventory, why not go for gold? It became a blur of eating, her maw weakly swallowing anything you put in front of her greedy little face. So woozy and 'drunk' she'll never say no. A river of constant indulgence only interrupted by her lustful whines and her room-shaking belches that make the windows rattle. Every tiny crumb forces that sexy gut Bigger. Fuller. Louder. You can hear it stretching, the vibrations and creaking sounds playing a constant Song of Strain. The oceanic noises, meaty heaving squelches nearly indescribable in their obscenity.

This is Too Much.

This is Excessive.

This is Outright Dangerous.

This is the hottest damn thing either of you have ever experienced.

The only way this food balloon is leaving now, is with a Semi Truck, and a Crane.