How to Overflow with Dusk and Stardust

Descent

Author's Note: Thank you for coming! The idea behind this story was heavily inspired by an unfulfilled food fetish I have. This is not meant to encourage fat-shaming, body shaming or what have you-this is a personal part of me I can't wait to explore.

A long, deep moan wafted out of his mouth, lips quivering as more double chocolate brownies were pushed down his throat. The chocolate caressed the sides of his mouth on its way down, stirring up more sounds of euphoria. He felt ready to burst, liberated, swollen but alive.

More brownies were pushed into him, the movement gentle, loving. He groaned as more brownies crashed into him, pants splitting, stomach spilling. He chewed and swallowed as much as he could, eyes closed against the ache, the rapture, the pulsating cries echoing inside of him. He heard the button on his pants pop but did not care. He knew his lover, his confidant and friend would stop if it grew to be too much, but that did nothing but fuel the fire. Knowing he was well taken care of, knowing the one feeding him loved him, made him want even more.

Gentle brown eyes pierced his aching soul, melting over him like dawn kissed tidal waves. "Have you had enough, little lamb?" a soft voice asked. Hands caressed a swollen stomach. Cherished it. Kissed it. Lips danced across it, tender, ravenous, kind. Patient. The one being kissed trembled, tears erupting, loving the warmth. The pain.

The one underneath him shook his head. "Don't stop, please," he whimpered, throbbing, rejuvenated, living. In response, he received the warmest, sweetest laughter.

"Good little lamb. You're a hungry little slut, aren't you?"

The one full of brownies, whipped cream and longing nodded, remembering. Remembering the loneliness. The heartache. The hours he spent alone, waiting to be heard. Waiting for someone to free him. He nodded, moaning, electricity rolling through his stomach. His whole being a mass of food and flesh.

Electricity worsened inside his stomach. His face reddened, in fear of what was coming. A long, deep belch erupted, searing his insides like a lance.

"S-s-sorry!"

"Don't worry about it, my sweet little devil," brown eyes purred, fondling the swollen mass of chocolate and skin. "It's all a part of our fun. What do you want me to do to you, sweet pea?"

The voice was faint but alive with longing. "Feed me."

"Then what?"

"Fuck me. Hard. Please."