Growing bf 2.9.2024

The Buffet

Ah, the buffet. Is there a more perfect feedee heaven?
My boyfriend waddles back to the table with his 3rd helping. His love handles seem to quiver with each step, and his lower belly peeking under the too-small 3XL shirt. His belly already packed tight and taking on even more food. Oh the abuse! On his plate, a mountain of noodles, 2 more egg rolls, a second plate with crab Rangoon and pot stickers.
I decide to be a supportive girlfriend and bring him a few things from the dessert table. Brownies of course, some sugar donuts drowned in the chocolate fountain, a slice of apple pie with ice cream, and a huge wedge of rum cake. The soda is in constant refill. Keep it coming! It helps him bloat and makes him burp, emptying a bit of space in his swollen, overfed gut; only to be packed tight with more food.
There were some steps coming up to the restaurant and he huffed and puffed all the way up. One small flight of stairs is enough to get him winded like a prize pig at the county fair. Oh the gluttony! He's so lost to it now; needing much more food to feel satisfied. His waist expanding with each decadent meal.
He eats at the buffet until he can't stuff his mouth any longer, and still I get the brilliant idea to get some fast food on the way home because "We are not cooking later". Half of the bag is gone before we get back home. My boyfriend has eaten 4 more bacon cheeseburgers after all that food he just put away at the buffet.
He doesn't seem to care that his pants don't fit him loosely anymore. I just watch and wish I could feel the weight of his fatness on me. I long to pinch and squeeze every fat roll on his body. I want to keep feeding him until he's so stuffed he doesn't know what's real anymore, then run my hands all over his swollen belly, drizzling oil on it. The sight of his stuffed, oiled-up balloon of a belly gets me hot and weak.
Still, I think maybe he will pig out some more at home later.
I'm not even keeping track of his caloric consumption anymore. I can't keep up. He's out of control, and I can't wait to keep fattening him up.