~BHM/~BBW, Feeding, Erotic Foreplay, ~MWG - In a bedtime encounter, he uses his recent weight gain and cheesecake to entice her.
[WRITER'S NOTE: One marvelous phenomenon that happened as a result of my weight gain is how much more sexually stimulated my body has become. In particular, those areas which grew the most seem particularly charged. For example, a mere squeeze of my love handles sends me into a wondrously warm feeling of sensuality and lust.
And my budding man-boobs just became so sensitive as well. I still need to write a lot more about this topic, but every time I get started thinking about it, my nipples stand erect. Argh, I get all distracted. I think men are missing out on some wonderfully sensuous experiences by not acknowledging just how nice it feels to be touched there. I need to write an essay on that sometime, I think – "The Joys of Moobs" I'll call it.
I've gained more than 9 inches in my chest these last two years (12 inches more on my belly during this time!). And that extra flabby boobage feels absolutely wonderful and so sensitive. Anyway, I wrote the following little vignette after Thanksgiving 2005, inspired by a friend's comments about my growing man-boobs. And also inspired no doubt by the food stupor I'd been in that weekend, caused by the vast amount of cheesecake I'd eaten that week. I always wanted to really "flesh" this vignette out some time, but never got around to it. Enjoy.]
She'd fed him cheesecake all day long, delighting in how wonderfully thick his body was getting, that he'd grown such a beautifully round belly. She thought about how he was also getting softer and bigger around his chest, growing some "man-boobies".
He lay in bed waiting for her to come into the bedroom, feeling his bloated belly rise up above him, checking his chest to see, yes, it was definitely growing. He'd grown fat and soft everywhere, thanks to her. He looked down toward his round mounding belly, and realized something new.
Even his breasts were now round and soft. Where had these plumpened man-boobs come from, he wondered, pinching the flab on his chest. Oh yes, from her -- from her delicious tempting feeding and fattening of him. Now, it was his turn to feed her, he thought, to turn the tables on her appetite. He had a plate of cheesecake right beside him, just a little something to tempt her with.
As he lay there, he smeared some cheesecake across his chest, and when she saw him, she quaked inside, getting hot between her legs.
"Come and get it," he said, pushing his round belly up in the air. She got on top of him, spreading her legs around his deliciously round belly, then sliding down his tummy to sit astride his hips.
All of a sudden, she had second thoughts.
"But . . . but I don't want to get fat," she said to him, pouting sweetly.
"Then, you must not want these," he said, cupping his little man-boobs with his hands, tempting her with them and with the delicious smooth cheesecake smeared across them.
"I've grown these just for you," he said. "Of course, you helped, feeding me all that cheesecake earlier. I just want to pay you back for all you've done for me. I love how you have turned me on and turned on my appetite. Come on."
He smiled and raised his left breast toward her face. "Just one little bite won't hurt."
She could not help herself. Her lips went to his flesh and encircled his left nipple. He lay his head back on the pillow and enjoyed the warmth of her mouth as she explored his breasts, licking and sucking the sweet cheesecake off him. She took as much of his right breast in her mouth as she could and, using her tongue, massaged it wildly, exploring its softness and sweetness.
Just like cheesecake, she thought, soft and oh so sweet! He reached to the plate on the bed beside him and spooned some more cheesecake unto his chest and she went at it wildly, like she was starving.
And she was starving. She had hungered for this kind of sweetness nearly all her life. She sucked hard on his nipples and played with his flabby breasts with her tongue. She thought about how sweet and soft his breasts were, how she was responsible for them, how she had fed him so wonderfully, had tempted him into eating and growing fatter.
She had fattened him like a prize pig, and now she was suckling at his breasts like a little piglet. A piglet?
She thought, "no, I don't want to get fat myself, but this is just so good."
He spooned some more cheesecake onto his breast, and she immediately licked it off. And she was hungry for more.
She fantasized. She thought about him nourishing her like this, taking care of her sexual and food hungers all the time like this. She sucked his breast some more and dreamed that she was getting something sweet and delicious from his man-boobs. It was so sweet and creamy -- not milk, but it was like good, whole sweet milk, creamy and thick. She thought about sucking his tits and getting cheesecake from inside them, not just on them.
She sucked harder on his right breast and could taste the sweet cheesecake going down her throat. He deposited the last bit of cheesecake around his left nipple, and she moved voraciously to it. She licked him clean, loving the sweetness, the softness, the creaminess of his body.
She dreamed that she was sucking more and more cheesecake from his nipple. She could nearly feel the creamy stuff flowing down her throat and into her belly. She dreamed that now she was getting fat like him, that she was growing bigger and bigger, a bigger belly, wonderfully luscious love handles, thick creamy thighs, just like his.
And she was growing bigger breasts just like his. Bigger and bigger, fatter and fatter, rounder and rounder, sweeter and softer and creamier. She saw herself as immense, huge and wonderfully fat. And delightfully happy.
She was so full that she felt she would explode, but it felt so great. And then, she did explode in creamy moist sweetness between her legs, coming right atop his tummy. Oooooh, ooooh, oooh, she thought, then slipped into even sweeter dreams, sated atop her lover, the lover she had fed and fattened so wonderfully for his own pleasure. And for her own pleasure.***********
Have a wonderful day, Dimensions readers, and get all the delicious food and tasty loving you can get in this life! :eat2: :eat1: :eat2: :eat1: :eat2:
Cheesecake and Man-boobs
An Erotic Vignette
By Zonker
An Erotic Vignette
By Zonker
[WRITER'S NOTE: One marvelous phenomenon that happened as a result of my weight gain is how much more sexually stimulated my body has become. In particular, those areas which grew the most seem particularly charged. For example, a mere squeeze of my love handles sends me into a wondrously warm feeling of sensuality and lust.
And my budding man-boobs just became so sensitive as well. I still need to write a lot more about this topic, but every time I get started thinking about it, my nipples stand erect. Argh, I get all distracted. I think men are missing out on some wonderfully sensuous experiences by not acknowledging just how nice it feels to be touched there. I need to write an essay on that sometime, I think – "The Joys of Moobs" I'll call it.
I've gained more than 9 inches in my chest these last two years (12 inches more on my belly during this time!). And that extra flabby boobage feels absolutely wonderful and so sensitive. Anyway, I wrote the following little vignette after Thanksgiving 2005, inspired by a friend's comments about my growing man-boobs. And also inspired no doubt by the food stupor I'd been in that weekend, caused by the vast amount of cheesecake I'd eaten that week. I always wanted to really "flesh" this vignette out some time, but never got around to it. Enjoy.]
She'd fed him cheesecake all day long, delighting in how wonderfully thick his body was getting, that he'd grown such a beautifully round belly. She thought about how he was also getting softer and bigger around his chest, growing some "man-boobies".
He lay in bed waiting for her to come into the bedroom, feeling his bloated belly rise up above him, checking his chest to see, yes, it was definitely growing. He'd grown fat and soft everywhere, thanks to her. He looked down toward his round mounding belly, and realized something new.
Even his breasts were now round and soft. Where had these plumpened man-boobs come from, he wondered, pinching the flab on his chest. Oh yes, from her -- from her delicious tempting feeding and fattening of him. Now, it was his turn to feed her, he thought, to turn the tables on her appetite. He had a plate of cheesecake right beside him, just a little something to tempt her with.
As he lay there, he smeared some cheesecake across his chest, and when she saw him, she quaked inside, getting hot between her legs.
"Come and get it," he said, pushing his round belly up in the air. She got on top of him, spreading her legs around his deliciously round belly, then sliding down his tummy to sit astride his hips.
All of a sudden, she had second thoughts.
"But . . . but I don't want to get fat," she said to him, pouting sweetly.
"Then, you must not want these," he said, cupping his little man-boobs with his hands, tempting her with them and with the delicious smooth cheesecake smeared across them.
"I've grown these just for you," he said. "Of course, you helped, feeding me all that cheesecake earlier. I just want to pay you back for all you've done for me. I love how you have turned me on and turned on my appetite. Come on."
He smiled and raised his left breast toward her face. "Just one little bite won't hurt."
She could not help herself. Her lips went to his flesh and encircled his left nipple. He lay his head back on the pillow and enjoyed the warmth of her mouth as she explored his breasts, licking and sucking the sweet cheesecake off him. She took as much of his right breast in her mouth as she could and, using her tongue, massaged it wildly, exploring its softness and sweetness.
Just like cheesecake, she thought, soft and oh so sweet! He reached to the plate on the bed beside him and spooned some more cheesecake unto his chest and she went at it wildly, like she was starving.
And she was starving. She had hungered for this kind of sweetness nearly all her life. She sucked hard on his nipples and played with his flabby breasts with her tongue. She thought about how sweet and soft his breasts were, how she was responsible for them, how she had fed him so wonderfully, had tempted him into eating and growing fatter.
She had fattened him like a prize pig, and now she was suckling at his breasts like a little piglet. A piglet?
She thought, "no, I don't want to get fat myself, but this is just so good."
He spooned some more cheesecake onto his breast, and she immediately licked it off. And she was hungry for more.
She fantasized. She thought about him nourishing her like this, taking care of her sexual and food hungers all the time like this. She sucked his breast some more and dreamed that she was getting something sweet and delicious from his man-boobs. It was so sweet and creamy -- not milk, but it was like good, whole sweet milk, creamy and thick. She thought about sucking his tits and getting cheesecake from inside them, not just on them.
She sucked harder on his right breast and could taste the sweet cheesecake going down her throat. He deposited the last bit of cheesecake around his left nipple, and she moved voraciously to it. She licked him clean, loving the sweetness, the softness, the creaminess of his body.
She dreamed that she was sucking more and more cheesecake from his nipple. She could nearly feel the creamy stuff flowing down her throat and into her belly. She dreamed that now she was getting fat like him, that she was growing bigger and bigger, a bigger belly, wonderfully luscious love handles, thick creamy thighs, just like his.
And she was growing bigger breasts just like his. Bigger and bigger, fatter and fatter, rounder and rounder, sweeter and softer and creamier. She saw herself as immense, huge and wonderfully fat. And delightfully happy.
She was so full that she felt she would explode, but it felt so great. And then, she did explode in creamy moist sweetness between her legs, coming right atop his tummy. Oooooh, ooooh, oooh, she thought, then slipped into even sweeter dreams, sated atop her lover, the lover she had fed and fattened so wonderfully for his own pleasure. And for her own pleasure.***********
Have a wonderful day, Dimensions readers, and get all the delicious food and tasty loving you can get in this life! :eat2: :eat1: :eat2: :eat1: :eat2:
