February has me thinking about the most romantic date night I can conjure up and of course it involves Bavarian cream.
I want my feeder to take me out to eat, stuff me until I can barely get out of my seat, then take my fat ass through a drive through to get second dinner. I wanna waddle back inside with my feeder having to hold my pudgy hand so I can make it to the door. We’d immediately go to the bedroom and start setting up for another feeding. I sit down on our bed, taking up more space than ever before. I look so huge and they can’t wait to start shoving food in my mouth. I’d be so full but my pussy would be so wet, I’d just keep swallowing whatever was put in front of me. After being such a good girl and eating so much, they’d rub my belly and make me comfortable enough to get ready for dessert, a couple tubes of cream 🥵
The first one would be a little easier than the second, I’d need encouragement to finish. My feeder would jiggly my belly and grab all my fatty bits and tell me how massive I look. Suck on my fat tits and nibble on my sloppy inner thighs. After finishing, I’d get to finish, feeling fatter than ever and needing to continue this fattening cycle more than just on Valentine’s Day 🥵🥵🥵