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I know you’re feeling really full right now and you’re ready to quit, but I’m not ready for you to quit yet. You aren’t stuffed enough for me. I know it’s hard, but I need to know you’ve eaten until you couldn’t possibly eat another bite. I need to know your belly is the heaviest and tightest it’s ever been. And you need to know it too. You yearn to be achingly full. Being so full gets your dick the hardest it can possibly be.
So are you going to allow yourself to fall short of that goal just because you’re tired of chewing and the food isn’t as delicious as it was with the first few bites?
No, I didn’t think so. Stop avoiding finishing.
Now take another bite. Chew it. Swallow it. Now do it again. You’ve got this.
Think about my hands on your tight, tight belly, lightly rubbing it and distracting you from the ache as you get more food down.
You’re my eating machine, and I know you can finish every morsel you have in front of you. Sit back and imagine I’m bringing the last bites to your lips. You take them and chew them almost mindlessly.
You feel fat as fuck, like a beached pregnant whale. Your stomach feels like a lead beach ball in your lap. It’s hard to breathe. But you’re finally satisfied. Nothing less would do.
I know you’re feeling really full right now and you’re ready to quit, but I’m not ready for you to quit yet. You aren’t stuffed enough for me. I know it’s hard, but I need to know you’ve eaten until you couldn’t possibly eat another bite. I need to know your belly is the heaviest and tightest it’s ever been. And you need to know it too. You yearn to be achingly full. Being so full gets your dick the hardest it can possibly be.
So are you going to allow yourself to fall short of that goal just because you’re tired of chewing and the food isn’t as delicious as it was with the first few bites?
No, I didn’t think so. Stop avoiding finishing.
Now take another bite. Chew it. Swallow it. Now do it again. You’ve got this.
Think about my hands on your tight, tight belly, lightly rubbing it and distracting you from the ache as you get more food down.
You’re my eating machine, and I know you can finish every morsel you have in front of you. Sit back and imagine I’m bringing the last bites to your lips. You take them and chew them almost mindlessly.
You feel fat as fuck, like a beached pregnant whale. Your stomach feels like a lead beach ball in your lap. It’s hard to breathe. But you’re finally satisfied. Nothing less would do.