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Give up yet? I can tell from the way you’re having trouble breathing that you’re more than full. Are you sure you want to keep going? Ok then, you’re the boss, open wide. This week has been a big challenge for you, hasn’t it? For both of us really, I guess. My feet are killing me from all the cooking and back and forth to the kitchen.
It’s crazy that you managed to hit every goal this week. I never really thought you’d do it. I was expecting you to give up before the end of Tuesday. Monday you were over 10,000 calories, then Tuesday it was over 11,000…that should be enough in two days to make anyone sick to their stomach. But you, you woke up Wednesday morning ready and willing to eat 12,000 calories. Then 13,000 calories, 14,000, 15,000…so here we are, Sunday night and you still think you can hit 20,000 calories. You have hardly moved all week and I doubt you could even get up out of this armchair.
Look at you, you can barely speak, just grunting and panting…damn this is so sexy. I want you like this all the time. Have a rest and drink some of this shake I made you. It’s very thick, but you’re going to love it. Here, let me help you. That’s it, chug a little more, that’s my guy. I’m sure you’ve gained more weight this week. You look enormous. It’s such a shame you’ve been too full for sex all week, but I guess that’s going to make your reward all the more satisfying. I just hope I can still find your dick tucked away in all that soft heavy flab later. You want to keep eating? I’ll order you a couple of pizzas and we can nap while we wait for it? Let me rest my head on that big belly. I can’t wait until this is every day.
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A submission
Give up yet? I can tell from the way you’re having trouble breathing that you’re more than full. Are you sure you want to keep going? Ok then, you’re the boss, open wide. This week has been a big challenge for you, hasn’t it? For both of us really, I guess. My feet are killing me from all the cooking and back and forth to the kitchen.
It’s crazy that you managed to hit every goal this week. I never really thought you’d do it. I was expecting you to give up before the end of Tuesday. Monday you were over 10,000 calories, then Tuesday it was over 11,000…that should be enough in two days to make anyone sick to their stomach. But you, you woke up Wednesday morning ready and willing to eat 12,000 calories. Then 13,000 calories, 14,000, 15,000…so here we are, Sunday night and you still think you can hit 20,000 calories. You have hardly moved all week and I doubt you could even get up out of this armchair.
Look at you, you can barely speak, just grunting and panting…damn this is so sexy. I want you like this all the time. Have a rest and drink some of this shake I made you. It’s very thick, but you’re going to love it. Here, let me help you. That’s it, chug a little more, that’s my guy. I’m sure you’ve gained more weight this week. You look enormous. It’s such a shame you’ve been too full for sex all week, but I guess that’s going to make your reward all the more satisfying. I just hope I can still find your dick tucked away in all that soft heavy flab later. You want to keep eating? I’ll order you a couple of pizzas and we can nap while we wait for it? Let me rest my head on that big belly. I can’t wait until this is every day.
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A submission