peteyboy
31st July 2008, 09:17 PM
Just a quick short one here. Maybe not too different from my last attempt, but i figured I'd share.
Every day was another challenge for me. Every morning I would have to make sure my piglet had a larger breakfast than the day before. Same for lunch and dinner. not forgetting the count hours spent snacking in between those meals. I of course not only accepted the challenge, but relished in it. The rush of amazement and attraction was incredible when, after feeding him for three hours nonstop, watching his sexy full lips wrap around each bite, my piglet would only be waiting for more food. his own love of eating, and thrill of getting fatter was the topping on the cake (and many many other cakes) for me. I loved to be there, running my hands over his getting to huge belly, which laid over onto his thick thighs. kissing his soff belly, watching his sexy fat tits bouncing as he moved, to looking behind him as he walked, his butt growing larger and wider with each passing day. And he knew how much I loved it all, as well. he would tease me with his sexual dark belly, grabbing it and jiggling it before my eyes as I walked in the door from what seemed like a constant series of trips to the supermarket.
Our evenings at home together where always similar, yet never dull. i would prepare a massive meal for him, easily enough food for five or six people, and he would be ever so anxious to eat every last bite. Midway through the meals, he would grow lazy and tired from the moving of the fork to his mouth from the plate, and would demand that i take over, feeding him passionately as I worshiped his fat. Then, once all of the main course was finished, there would be the next couple of hours where he would partake in every glutenous dessert dish I could give him. most nights i felt I could actually see his body getting fatter, though this must have been just fantasy turning to reality. My piglet finally feeling just the least bit full, our own sexual sides would take over, often us together, enjoying one anothers bodies, my own focusing on each inch of his flesh, kissing and worshiping each pound of fat, and him, fully entranced by the experience of being stuffed and with a handsome feeder.
Tonight was no different, and I was laying on the couch in the living room, spent from our all consuming lovemaking, when my piglet walked back into the room, fresh from a shower. his smile was bright and lovely, and the light played so wonderfully against his massive body. I could see he was plotting something sinister and of course, fantastical. he disappeared into the kitchen, where I heard the refrigerator opening and closing. I laid still, listening to the sounds of his over 300 pound body in motion. Then once again he filled my view, walking into the room and striding over to where I lay, motionless on the couch. it was intoxicating how his body moved while he walked. From his tits to his belly, thighs shaking thunderously, and stupefying butt dancing on it's own behind him, he was a beautiful sight of fat. When he reached where i laid out on the couch he bent down-his belly hanging as well as his fat tits-and kissed me softly on the lips. Then he straightened out, turned around, and began to lower his mountainous butt onto my face. I did nothing of protest of course, I always loved the sensation of his growing body on top of mine, as well as the sense of serving as a loving cushion of his godly fat form.
my face was soon engulfed in his over 300lbs of fat, and the pressure was as intense as it was thrilling. Through the pressure, and loss of air, and the proper placement of my piglet on top of me, I could hear him speak.
"Just wait till i use you as my cute cushion when I'm four hundred pounds..."
Every day was another challenge for me. Every morning I would have to make sure my piglet had a larger breakfast than the day before. Same for lunch and dinner. not forgetting the count hours spent snacking in between those meals. I of course not only accepted the challenge, but relished in it. The rush of amazement and attraction was incredible when, after feeding him for three hours nonstop, watching his sexy full lips wrap around each bite, my piglet would only be waiting for more food. his own love of eating, and thrill of getting fatter was the topping on the cake (and many many other cakes) for me. I loved to be there, running my hands over his getting to huge belly, which laid over onto his thick thighs. kissing his soff belly, watching his sexy fat tits bouncing as he moved, to looking behind him as he walked, his butt growing larger and wider with each passing day. And he knew how much I loved it all, as well. he would tease me with his sexual dark belly, grabbing it and jiggling it before my eyes as I walked in the door from what seemed like a constant series of trips to the supermarket.
Our evenings at home together where always similar, yet never dull. i would prepare a massive meal for him, easily enough food for five or six people, and he would be ever so anxious to eat every last bite. Midway through the meals, he would grow lazy and tired from the moving of the fork to his mouth from the plate, and would demand that i take over, feeding him passionately as I worshiped his fat. Then, once all of the main course was finished, there would be the next couple of hours where he would partake in every glutenous dessert dish I could give him. most nights i felt I could actually see his body getting fatter, though this must have been just fantasy turning to reality. My piglet finally feeling just the least bit full, our own sexual sides would take over, often us together, enjoying one anothers bodies, my own focusing on each inch of his flesh, kissing and worshiping each pound of fat, and him, fully entranced by the experience of being stuffed and with a handsome feeder.
Tonight was no different, and I was laying on the couch in the living room, spent from our all consuming lovemaking, when my piglet walked back into the room, fresh from a shower. his smile was bright and lovely, and the light played so wonderfully against his massive body. I could see he was plotting something sinister and of course, fantastical. he disappeared into the kitchen, where I heard the refrigerator opening and closing. I laid still, listening to the sounds of his over 300 pound body in motion. Then once again he filled my view, walking into the room and striding over to where I lay, motionless on the couch. it was intoxicating how his body moved while he walked. From his tits to his belly, thighs shaking thunderously, and stupefying butt dancing on it's own behind him, he was a beautiful sight of fat. When he reached where i laid out on the couch he bent down-his belly hanging as well as his fat tits-and kissed me softly on the lips. Then he straightened out, turned around, and began to lower his mountainous butt onto my face. I did nothing of protest of course, I always loved the sensation of his growing body on top of mine, as well as the sense of serving as a loving cushion of his godly fat form.
my face was soon engulfed in his over 300lbs of fat, and the pressure was as intense as it was thrilling. Through the pressure, and loss of air, and the proper placement of my piglet on top of me, I could hear him speak.
"Just wait till i use you as my cute cushion when I'm four hundred pounds..."