Growing bf 2.9.2024

Food diary 2.9.2024

Today I decided to make breakfast for my boyfriend. He sleeps late because he's up late for work. He works from home.
When he woke up, I presented him with a plentiful plate that included a mountain of homemade French toast, 5 fried eggs, 2 loaves of pita bread with cream cheese and tomato (which I made on the griddle like a melted cheese paninni, with lots of butter). It also included a big cup of coffee with heavy cream and sugar.
He scarfed the whole thing down in less than 15 minutes. I was so impressed.
He then leaned back on his desk chair displaying his bulging gut after such a meal. I melted just seeing the belly peak from under his now too-small t-shirt. He let out a satisfied burp and thanked me for such a delicious meal. I blushed and told him I was happy to cook for him since he was such a good boy and ate all his food.
Not even an hour later, I found him scouring the fridge for more food. I offered to cook him something since he's "busy with work", but he had already stuffed 2 jelly donuts into his mouth and simply asked me for the leftover french toast. I of course drenched the toast in syrup and added more butter. He didn't even feel that one because it was gone in the blink of an eye.
He groaned at the end though, and commented on how delicious that was. I wanted to rub his belly at this point so badly. I just wanted to drizzle oil all over his expanded gut and play with it. But he's busy, and doesn't know about my dark desires. Should I tell him?
Anyways, lunch time rolled around and he came out to a big pot of pasta and sausages that I had graciously prepared for him. Just to throw him off, I also made a side salad. But of course added many croutons and a ton of ranch dressing. I fixed some garlic Texas toast on the side as well. He ate all this with almost a full 2 liter of Pepsi. At this point he was beached like a whale. His prominent gut, completely distended and packed hard to the brim. I wish I could grab his belly from behind and feel the weight of it dropping onto my arms. That got me wet instantly.
He went back to his desk job, but the after food sleepiness got the best of him after such a big meal and he decided to take a nap.
Something about him eating such a huge meal and going to sleep it off is incredibly arousing.
I snuck into the bedroom after a couple of hours and cuddled up to him. He feels heavy and soft, and I want him to fuck me now, but I hold back for whatever reason. I sneak my hand under his shirt and fondle his belly. He's half asleep and doesn't feel self conscious about it, so I continue running my hand around his swollen gut; grabbing a handful here and there. He makes me so wet.
Dinner time comes around and we have made fried fish and chips. He loves fish so much, I know he can't resist it. He's back on his desk and I call him for dinner. He wobbles to the kitchen and greedily eyes the basket of fried fish as I place it in front of him. It's meant to be shared but I know he will eat most of it. I made a clarified butter dip for the fish, and without realizing it, he consumes all of it towards the end. He eats and eats mindlessly as we watch a show together. The butter dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. He eats most of it, and I had made 10 pieces of fried fish and a whole packet of fries. I ate 1 piece of fish so he must have eaten the other 9 pieces! Oh my! How full he must feel. But to my surprise, he goes for dessert, downing an entire pint of Rocky Road ice cream.
He's visibly stuffed. His belly groans under the pressure of all it's holding. Doesn't he know this is what feedees do? They just stuff themselves like little pigs. No thoughts, nothing else matters but that next filling bite.
As he sits there with this huge stuffed belly on his lap, I start teasing him under his pants. He gets really hard and I tease him some more. He's lost to the gluttony and the pleasure.