Featuring: Seth Baker

The problem, if you can c*ll it that, with being a feedee is the more weight that I gain the more horny that I become. At over 500 lbs I'm in an almost permanent state of arousal. I can bring myself to multiple *rgasms but within a hour my mind wanders back to the thought of getting fed till breathless and thoroughly f*cked. The need was almost overwhelming so, I called up Seth for some feeder/feedee fun.

As I waited for Seth to arrive I laid out a heaping platter of mini eclairs. Being bite sized and moist they're the perfect treat to eat while getting f*cked. The fact that they're obscenely fattening is just an added bonus. I heard the door open down the hall and I could feel my p*ssy starting to get moist with anticipation. In that moment I realized that I didn't know what I wanted more, to glut on pastries or feel his raging hard c*ck slamming into my wet p*ssy.

I grabbed the platter and headed towards the bedroom but he reached out and grabbed the fat on my upper arm effectively stopping me. He growled at me to take off my clothes. He was going to f*ck me right there in the kitchen! He pushed me against the island. I could feel his hard c*ck rub against me. He grabbed a big handful of back fat and commanded me to eat. As he slipped inside of me he told me that he wanted me to get fatter for him. I eagerly compiled and started shoving the tiny treats into my mouth at a frantic pace. I began panting through a mouth full of pastries as I tried to keep pace with him. My belly slammed into the island with every thrust causing ripple effect throughout the fat. His pace quickened as he reached down and grabbed the thick rolls of fat that made up my double belly. He told me that he wants to make me so fat that my belly hung down to the floor; an immobile pig for his pleasure. A moan escaped my lips at the thought. One after another the treats disappeared into my greedy mouth until the plate was clean. Exhausted but determined I began moving my massive hips against his as fast as I could. The motion caused a burp to erupt from my bloated belly. I told him to c*m for me. I wanted him to fill my p*ssy with c*m the way I filled my greedy gut with food.

After he inspected the load he'd left in me it was my turn to c*m. I leaned back against the island as he went to put the Hitachi up to my clit. My belly was stuffed but still the fat on my lower belly sagged down past my p*ssy. He told me to lift my mammoth belly. Picking it up I hadn't realized how heavy it had become. It was like trying to lift a 50 lb weight. I begged him to let me lay on the floor. Getting on the floor at my size is no easy feat but I managed it with the grace of a beached whale. He parted my immense thighs and pushed my fupa and belly back to expose my clit. I bucked my hips as the vibrations coursed through my clit. Panting heavily at the effort of moving my mountainous body. The thought of these nightly visits making me fatter than I already am was enough to push me over the edge.

Eating While Getting F*cked in the Kitchen