Growing bf 2.9.2024

Shake-ing Things Up

The next morning I make my boyfriend his protein shake for breakfast. Except I add heavy cream and half a bag of crushed up oreos, and told him it was cookies and cream flavor from GNC. It was gainer shake too.
I put 4 scoops in the blender because I know he cannot resist leftovers and will end up drinking it all. The protein powder alone contains 1000 calories per scoop, plus everything else I added.
He inhales the first batch sitting at his desk and then, just like I predicted, ends up going for the rest of the shake. In haste, he manages to get some shake on his shirt and has to change because he has a zoom meeting soon. As he takes off his shirt, a wave of delight washes over me seeing the bulbous upper part of the gut so full to the brim with gainer shake. He groans and struggles to take off his polo. There's a problem though: none of his work shirts fit. He's horrified, and I'm super horny as he tries to squeeze himself into the now too-small shirts. But I have an ace under my sleeve. Anticipating something like this was soon to happen due to his growing appetite and constant stuffing, I got him a couple of new shirts and pants in the next size up. I save the day by bringing out a shirt that fits, and he's none the wiser because we cut off the tags from the shirts as we don't like the sensation. He's now filling in a size 3XL nicely.
His meeting runs long and he misses lunch. He's famished when it'sdone. By the time I get back from the store, he has eaten all leftovers in the fridge and raided the pantry. He's beached on the couch from the weight of all he consumed, pants undone. I cozy up to him with a dozen fresh Krispy Kreme donuts and get him to eat 1, 2, 4, 6 donuts just for me and "because these are best hot". These Krispy Kreme donuts go down fast when they're hot and fresh. He's in a food coma now and I take full advantage to play with his fat belly, poking and squeezing to feel his distended stomach so full and hard.
"You look stressed habibi, let me help you distress" I say as I pick up my hair into a pony tail and kneel between his legs.
I want him to associate being stuffed with getting off. I want his dopamine sensors to activate and go off precisely when he's gone beyond capacity in stuffing his face.