Summer
After shoving her into some fitting clothes a place a giant bowl of snacks in front of her and order her to eat it while I make a take-out order or two. I know how much she loves pasta, and how it bloats ; her along with one meat lovers pizza and bread sticks. Hanging up I get a large 25 piece chicken wing box and call it a decent stuffing, but no stuffings complete without a fatty dessert.
As I go to check on Emma I see the snacks gone and her struggling in her blouse that's about to rip. Hot. I Sit next to her with my arm over her and whisper in her ear "just breath,Emma, breath" knowing exactly what would happen next. I ripped. Her plump belly ripped a whole into the shirt I let her barrow, and I rub her exposed belly. I come across her belly button and still my finger deep inside it and she groans in pain, then moans, so squeeze her belly and drop it on to her thick thighs hearing a thick clap sound. She has a belly hang; my sweet little piggy has a belly hang, and I like it, but I love firm stuffed bellies.
I felt myself getting distracted so a finish the job and rip her shirt open and go to make another bowl of snacks then prepare my piggy's dessert of heavy cream shake (funnel), 3 inch thick pan of brownies and the ice creams in the freezer. She'll be so stuffed she can't move and I'll have to rub and her pain away. Just the thought of it turns me on.
I finish cooking and feed the remainder of the snacks to my piggy with my hands almost forcing it down fill her thickly, but slowly all at once I give her rubs and get burps. It all ends with ringing of a bell and her food has arrived.
