I really need to get fatter. So much more fat needs to be put on my frame. I wish I would have a feeder that turns me into a hog and makes me so utterly obese that I have trouble doing anything.
a dumb fat puppy boy on all fours with a pink collar and leash around his neck, his swollen belly sloshing under him with each step. he gobbled out of his food dish on the floor, and poor puppy had one too many treats. your obedient puppy has become sluggish. sit. stay. rollover. puppy lies on his back and looks up at you through his eyelashes, giving his signature puppy dog eyes. he can’t roll himself over, and each time he tries his belly sloshes and gurgles with the movement. you’re feeling forgiving and start rubbing puppy’s upset belly as he pants with his tongue out.
I ate a good amount of food I was nicely stuffed afterwards maybe overdid it a bit but the more I ate the more I wanted so I did. Felt absolutely massive after the stuffing and had trouble breathing. I love that feeling.
lately i have been really into the idea of a man loudly announcing he ate “too much” of something, whining about it to an almost cartoonish degree.
your cookie jar is empty? find him curled up on the sofa holding his belly with a sour expression. maybe he hiccups or burps, but he looks up with guilty eyes and loudly says “oohhh, i ate too many cookies.”
or maybe it’s his birthday, and after a slice of cake he has another…and another…and another. you wipe the frosting out of the corner of his mouth as he slumps back in his seat and groans “too much cake.” you jokingly pat his cake-filled belly.
and maybe it even extends to Valentine’s Day or Halloween. the discount candy is just too good to pass up. your boyfriend gobbles the whole bowl within a couple days, leaving him with a gurgling, upset tummy by day three. “baby, i ate too much candy” he whimpers. “i have a tummy ache.”
you scold him and then shower him and his belly in kisses.