Ich Liebe Dehnungsstreifen So Sehr, Das Ist So Erregend Sie An Anderen Und Noch Erregender Sie An Mir

Ich liebe Dehnungsstreifen so sehr, das ist so erregend sie an anderen und noch erregender sie an mir wachsen zu sehen und wie es immer mehr werden.

soooooo i heard you like fat boys :3

Mein Ziel ist es genau so einen Bauch zu haben, ich liebe den Bierbauch von Papa der nur ein wenig keiner ist. Papa war damals der einzigste aus unserer Familie der nach dem duschen splitternackt heraus gekommen ist. Sobald ich hörte das er das Wasser abdreht da kribbelte es bei mir. Dann ging die Bad Tür auf und das erste was man sah war sein riesiger Ballon und darunter baumelte sein nicht langer aber extrem dicker Pimmel und zwar der dickste den ich jemals gesehen habe bis heute zwischen seinen Oberschenkeln herum.

Papa setze sich dann immer breitbeinig auf die Couch und schaute Fernsehen.

Wenn ich auch im Wohnzimmer gesessen habe konnte ich nur immer den Bauch und das gehänge von Papa anstarren weil Ich es so herrlich erregend und vieles mehr empfunden habe.

after Lunch

Bei mir auch alle sagen sie, boooar hast du einen dicken bauch....schau mal wie der absteht.....uuuuiui du hast aber gut zugenommen.

FAT shamed by my family and friends on the regular now...little do they know I LOVE IT 😈

I wanna knock him up. I wanna get him pregnant. I wanna see him moan and whine and writhe and cry all over my strap-on. I wanna watch his dick leak helplessly onto his belly while I pound into him, filling him up in every possible way. I wanna watch his pretty eyes go crossed and his soft lips part as he grunts and sobs my name, and I wanna put my hand on his lower belly so I can feel myself moving in and out, in and out, making him mine, my sweet, swollen pretty boy. I wanna watch him walk around with an overly round belly, one that he has to constantly touch and rub in an almost unconscious manner, a belly that prevents him from wearing his normal clothes and forces him to switch into a whole new wardrobe. everywhere we go, eyes are drawn to his round belly. they'll ask to touch and then congratulate him for the child growing in him. I want him to look in the mirror while we're both standing there, holding his belly in our arms, and for him to tell me: "you did this to me."

but since I have no dick and he has no womb, my only choice is to push extra food onto his plate, order him double what he asks for in the drive through, insist on getting him the largest size in every drink he has, always offer up dozens of donuts, trays of cookies and brownies, and tins of cake anytime he wants. rather than watch him swell up on my seed, I can tilt that coke bottle back to his mouth when he thinks he's finished, and watch that gut bloat up in front of me as he guzzles down a whole 2-liter, mindlessly shoveling fries and pizza and burgers into his mouth. and then when his clothes have gotten too tight from all his unabashed gluttony, and when we go out in public and our friends and family stare in shock at the protruding belly he's grown, we'll stand there in front of the mirror while I rub his stuffed gut from behind, and he'll whine:

"you did this to me."

In need of a good hand milking 🐮