succulentsnak asked:
I sank my fingers into your plushy chub and playfully shook your belly, happily jiggling the soft dome of fat as it gurgles impatiently. "Sorry dear, it's too cold to get out of bed today! I'm sorry that I didn't get ya' a bite to eat, but I'd rather stay nice and warm in bed with you" I leaned forwards to kiss you once more, planting my lips against yours and letting out a soft moan of passion. "You're not upset at me, are you?" I asked in concern, my brow wrinkling uneasily as your gut growls
thesoutherndruid answered:
“Upset? Noooo..nonono…but I am quite hungry babe…so I’d appreciate you figure out a way to fix that for your favorite kitty~” I plan an affectionate kiss on your lips, followed by a threatening lick across your face. “pleeeaaasse?~”
*Your struggles meant nothing to my sleeping form. You were merely food. That’s all you ever were and all you’d ever be. So my stomach felt anyways, acids already began to trickle in slowly melting away at you as I snored. There was no hope for you anymore....unless that hope was to make my ass fat.*
My soft, tender flesh begins to tingle and itch, turning to a deep, meaty shade of red as your hot juices continue to braise my helpless form. The pools of acid building up at the bottom of your gut slowly begin to rise, fed by the seeping trickles of warm, frothy slime dripping from your stomach walls. The powerful, muscular folds of your gut seize me fiercely, gripping my helpless body in their firm embrace and kneading my soft flesh, massaging the acidic slime into my trembling figure. I whimper helplessly, giving a few, pathetic struggles as the gravity of my fate hits home. All of my hopes, dreams, aspirations, and relationships are utterly meaningless, everything that I ever was and ever would've been are reduced to nothing by your hunger. I'm a person anymore. I'm just food, and my purpose is to satisfy your gut
My stomach and my snoring combat over which noise’s volume will fill the room more, like a battle of the bands to a degree. My stomach seems to be the clear victor for now, possibly due to your struggles, which inevitably mean nothing now..
With a desperate, hoarse cry, I thrash about wildly one final time within your depths, kicking and flailing violently against the thick, flabby walls. Unsurprisingly, my pathetic struggles make no difference to my ultimate fate. In a few short moments I gently twitch and spasm, letting out a small whimper as I drift into unconsciousness, never to wake again. Your roiling belly churns around my limp figure in delight, squeezing and kneading my soft, acid soaked flesh with such force that my tender meat rapidly begins to break down, bits and pieces collapsing into mush as your muscles grind and your juices boil
Hours, maybe even days pass before I awake from my food coma with a yawn. My hands curiously feel around my body before I chuckle, wobbling my new lovehandles. “Oh, hey babe, thanks for the meal~”
Almost every last trace of my existence has been destroyed over the course of your catnap, broken down and absorbed by you, adding fresh new pounds to your alluring curves.
The soft, jiggling folds of your doughy hips shake and quiver wildly beneath your curious fingertips, and your already ample hips and rear are covered in a warm, springy layer of pale flab.
But most interesting of all is your gut. It’s far smaller than the massive, squirming orb which had existed a few days before, but the thick, pudgy dome of meat is almost twice as large is it was before your meal. A generous layer of chub is spread over your tummy, but all of that size and mass is more than just solid fat. The sagging, deflated bulge of your potbelly gently sloshes and gurgles at the slightest touch, wobbling like a waterbed as your packed, straining bowels noisily creak and groan from within
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