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(Sigh) it’s so nice to get into bed after a long day like this, especially when I can snuggle up to my big snorlax. Come here, let me squeeze you. Oh, sorry, is that uncomfortable? You’re too full again, aren’t you? I’ll be gentle on your belly, don’t worry. It’s just hard not to squish it when we hug now, it’s much bigger than when we first met. Is it aching? Let me rub it better. Gosh, it feels so firm, there’s so much in there, you’re such a good boy.
You shocked my parents tonight, that’s for sure. When they invited us over for dinner, I had to warn them to cook a little extra. Mom wondered why, and I said, “Just trust me, his appetite is crazy since he started lifting.” I mean, you lift a couple of times a week…ok, maybe more like a couple of times a month. It wasn’t a total lie, though.
They hadn’t seen you since Christmas, remember? You wouldn’t think you’d put on a noticeable amount of weight since then but…well, they sure seemed to notice. Mom took me to one side in the kitchen and asked if everything was ok between us, like were you depressed or something. It’s sweet that she cares, but I told her straight you just enjoy your food and I love you this way. Dad even spoke about getting you a referral for his gym. Can you believe that? I said you have a gym membership.
Probably time we cancelled that, though, if we’re honest. I mean, you get home from work and get straight on the sofa, and you’re there ‘til we go to bed. I don’t mind, I love how soft you are. I love how your belly is spilling out onto my side of the bed right now while I rub it. I can feel all the weight of my home cooking when I lift it to get my hand under it. You don’t need a gym, do you babe? Wouldn’t you rather lay here and let me look after you? I’ll be fit for the both of us.
Are you enjoying your belly rub? Yeah, I bet you are, you brought up some wind just now. You know what I say to that, any wind is you making room for more. I’ll just pop downstairs and make you a milkshake. Don’t fall asleep, you can’t fall asleep until you’re full. And you’re not full ‘til I say so.
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A submission
(Sigh) it’s so nice to get into bed after a long day like this, especially when I can snuggle up to my big snorlax. Come here, let me squeeze you. Oh, sorry, is that uncomfortable? You’re too full again, aren’t you? I’ll be gentle on your belly, don’t worry. It’s just hard not to squish it when we hug now, it’s much bigger than when we first met. Is it aching? Let me rub it better. Gosh, it feels so firm, there’s so much in there, you’re such a good boy.
You shocked my parents tonight, that’s for sure. When they invited us over for dinner, I had to warn them to cook a little extra. Mom wondered why, and I said, “Just trust me, his appetite is crazy since he started lifting.” I mean, you lift a couple of times a week…ok, maybe more like a couple of times a month. It wasn’t a total lie, though.
They hadn’t seen you since Christmas, remember? You wouldn’t think you’d put on a noticeable amount of weight since then but…well, they sure seemed to notice. Mom took me to one side in the kitchen and asked if everything was ok between us, like were you depressed or something. It’s sweet that she cares, but I told her straight you just enjoy your food and I love you this way. Dad even spoke about getting you a referral for his gym. Can you believe that? I said you have a gym membership.
Probably time we cancelled that, though, if we’re honest. I mean, you get home from work and get straight on the sofa, and you’re there ‘til we go to bed. I don’t mind, I love how soft you are. I love how your belly is spilling out onto my side of the bed right now while I rub it. I can feel all the weight of my home cooking when I lift it to get my hand under it. You don’t need a gym, do you babe? Wouldn’t you rather lay here and let me look after you? I’ll be fit for the both of us.
Are you enjoying your belly rub? Yeah, I bet you are, you brought up some wind just now. You know what I say to that, any wind is you making room for more. I’ll just pop downstairs and make you a milkshake. Don’t fall asleep, you can’t fall asleep until you’re full. And you’re not full ‘til I say so.
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A submission