Your trophy boy is impressed, big guy. (Patreon)

"Okay, so I kind of guessed you were rich, considering your suite at the hotel where we met, but this is some next-level shit right here. I mean, two days after we meet, here we are at one of the world's most exclusive resorts, we have the best room and we flew here on your private fucking jet!! This is what you do since you sold your company? You find boys like me who are kinda into you, and you travel the world eating as much as you want, as much as you can, getting fatter and fatter all the time. I swear you're even bigger now than when we met 48 hours ago! And all your staff they just keep bringing you food, right? That's their job. Fuck! I literally cannot believe how much you ate on the plane! At first I was a bit weirded out that you wanted me to take off my shirt and flex for you, but fuck it was so hot watching you gorge like that. You were relentless: an eating machine, big guy. So fucking greedy; devouring everything in sight. Your massive belly swelling up bigger and bigger. And then when you asked me to rub that huge bloated belly for you, I thought I would literally cum in my Calvin Klein's. So fucking round and heavy. I could hear your digestive system struggling to cope with all that rich food. Even that sound got me so turned on. My big, rich, sexy daddy. What time will your team be done setting up the banquet? Cool, and how many guests are coming? Wait, what? None?? All this food is for you? Oh God. Oh fuck. I . . . this is gonna be so amazing. You want me to change for dinner? Oh, just add baby oil; I get it. I thought you might say that."