Growing bf 2.9.2024

February 17- the BBQ and the cake

Today we went to a friend's house for a cookout. There was an abundance of BBQ meats, chips, dips, sodas, alcohol, burgers and hot dogs. It all looked so good it had me salivating and going back for seconds. I basically snacked all afternoon and ate more than a couple of hot dogs.
My boyfriend on the other hand, didn't stop grazing the whole time we were there. How could he resist? His boundless appetite demands lots of food now, and everything was so tasty. He gorged himself until his shirt was visibly tighter in public. I guess he doesn't care anymore what people might think or say? And a couple of our friends definitely poked fun at him for the weight gain. He brushed it off and got more burgers.
Back at home, we decide it's a good night for Netflix and chill. We find a movie and my boyfriend returns with a snack tray and a bucket of beers. I don't even have to leave the tempting snacks around for him to find anymore; he already can't stop eating at every chance he gets. He's addicted.
He drinks most of the beers and a whole bag of nachos with melted cheese by himself. I don't think he notices how tipsy and bloated he's gotten with the beer. At this point, I bring back more beers. I wanna see him stuffed like a fat hog (like in my dream). The alcohol lowers his already barely-there limits, and he starts to tear through the Twinkies and the chips. He's falling into a food trance now- the movie no longer relevant at this point. This is my chance to take what little control he still has, and so I feed him and make him drink more beer. He's being so sloppy now, crumbs all over his face and belly. His eyes closed, I envy his delight. I know he's lost to the glutton gods now and he can't stop himself from stuffing more.
All out of Twinkies and chips, I run to the kitchen for more food; but there's not much left. I return with around half a chocolate cake.
Not stopping for utensils, I grab a handful of cake and straddle my boyfriend on the sofa. I shove the handful of cake into his mouth and he doesn't complain; he just chews, moans and swallows.
I grab another handful and smash it around his mouth and chin (chins). He moans in delight and utters "More". I oblige and feed him yet another fistful of chocolate  decadence. I proceed to jiggle his belly as I feed him. Next I make him chug some more beer. Where is he fitting all this food? His belly is so full, it's really bulging. I undo his pants and more belly is released and spills into me. The pressure of his growing gut between my legs is more than I can handle now and I grab it with both hands pushing his mass up and letting it plop back onto me a few times. His moans are driving me crazy. He's so full and uncomfortable, but I know he's enjoying the pressure too because of his erection poking me.
I grab another handful of cake and he refuses to eat it. Oh no, that's not OK piggy, you must eat. I bring it to his mouth again and this time he tries to eat it but physically, I don't think he can chew anymore. I then proceed to put the cake in my mouth and lean into his mouth, resulting in a sloppy, messy, chocolatey kiss. Unable to contain himself any longer, he grabs me by the hips, and sliding my panties to the side, enters me sending me into a twisted high of pleasure where feeding and stuffing him are the main goals. His pleasure, my pleasure. Making him fatter is getting us both horny.  And I am undone.