Does anyone enjoy being playful with your partner? Has anyone tried ideas such as:
Partners in Food (This is my relationship IRL):
There’s something special, something sexual about getting your hands and hers in the ingredients. When the two of you are rubbing hips and sneaking kisses on the cheek while you select the herbs and spices, plan the steps, the times, the temperatures, the cookware, there’s a connection. Her little spare tire, her chubby little fingers, her wide bottom all speak to many lovingly fixed meals past and promise to plump ever so slightly more from your current effort. When taste testing she lets you feed her. When the two of you set out your plates full of fresh, home-cooked goodness and sit down to dig in, you look over at her chubby, smiling face and think about how much fun you’ll have giving her a squeeze in bed later…
Goddess (This is a past relationship I’ve had IRL):
She’s your favorite fat girl. She likes being fat, and LOVES that you love her fat. She cannot get enough of your affection and you cannot get enough of her. She’s overflowing, big and luscious from rosy cheeks to chubby calves. She leaps into your arms and you can’t bring yourself to let go of her for hours. She wants to hear you describe her, and you are happy to oblige. She’s plump, round, fat and perfect. She wants to be worshiped for how sexy she is and especially for how sexy her size makes her. She’s your Venus, your goddess, you want to touch all of her, kiss all of her, all the time. It drives you mad that you can only physically touch and kiss part of her without moving to touch and kiss her other parts. Her eyes light up and she moans just from hearing your breathy, eager whispered praise. She wants you, all of you, all over her and never wants to let you go. She gets wet just thinking about how much you adore her. You get hard just thinking about the adoring look in her eyes.
Piglet (This is a relationship I’ve had online):
She’s stuffed into her little-girl panties, filling out her pink sleep-shirt with the cartoon pig on the front. She puts her finger on her lips and does a little curtsy, then sets herself on your lap. She’s been filling out lately and coyly asks if you think she’s getting to be a ‘big girl.’ You pat and pinch and squeeze her as she giggles and smiles. You say that you don’t think she’s been eating enough and she pouts: 'nuh-uh!’ She smiles when you say she can show you how well she eats; you hold her, her plump little bottom wiggling against you as you get hard, and feed her rich chocolate brownie after brownie until her round tummy is stuffed and she protests, and then a few more because she’s your good girl. She moans as you kiss her plump little cheeks, then more as you reach into her panties to reward her for eating so well for you.
Gretel (This is another online relationship I’ve had):
She smiles nervously. She’s wondering, half hoping, half worried, if you notice that her jeans are tighter on her (even though she went up a size since you saw her last). She looks delicious, but that isn’t a surprise: she was scrumptious when she was thin, when she was chubby, when she was plump, and even more so now that she’s fattened up so nicely. She’s caught, confused, wavering back and forth between hoping that you’ll squeeze and caress her, kiss her and love her all over… and knowing that you’ll definitely know she’s getting heavier. She’s wondering if this visit will be when she’s finally fat enough. She can’t decide how she would feel if this is the time. She assures you she’s been eating very well, she admits she’s grown recently, but she promises that if you keep feeding her she’ll get even fatter! She pats her own heavy belly as proof. She relaxes when you tell her that you look forward to that. She blushes when you start to massage and feel her. Her eyes light up when you say that you’re debating whether to eat her right then and there. She moans when you say that 'at least a nibble’ is certainly warranted. She goes red all over when you explore her with your lips.
Princess (I would love to try this):
She is enthroned and reclined in comfort, in luxury. She is resting and reading while you fill the house with the savory scents, her richly thickened tummy rumbling as it rests in her own lap. Her round cheeks and proper double chin smile along with her imperious lips when she commands your attention and service. You have a few moments while various elements of the upcoming meal are cooking and so you rub her shoulders for a few minutes. There is no tension in her back, how could there be with how pampered she is, but you make sure she won’t ever feel any stress. She almost purrs as you relax her. When the meal is finished: sumptuous and gourmet, she insists that you delicately feed her every bite. When she’s eaten her fill she insists that you massage her tummy, in exactly the way she instructs, so as to help her digest
Partners in Food (This is my relationship IRL):
There’s something special, something sexual about getting your hands and hers in the ingredients. When the two of you are rubbing hips and sneaking kisses on the cheek while you select the herbs and spices, plan the steps, the times, the temperatures, the cookware, there’s a connection. Her little spare tire, her chubby little fingers, her wide bottom all speak to many lovingly fixed meals past and promise to plump ever so slightly more from your current effort. When taste testing she lets you feed her. When the two of you set out your plates full of fresh, home-cooked goodness and sit down to dig in, you look over at her chubby, smiling face and think about how much fun you’ll have giving her a squeeze in bed later…
Goddess (This is a past relationship I’ve had IRL):
She’s your favorite fat girl. She likes being fat, and LOVES that you love her fat. She cannot get enough of your affection and you cannot get enough of her. She’s overflowing, big and luscious from rosy cheeks to chubby calves. She leaps into your arms and you can’t bring yourself to let go of her for hours. She wants to hear you describe her, and you are happy to oblige. She’s plump, round, fat and perfect. She wants to be worshiped for how sexy she is and especially for how sexy her size makes her. She’s your Venus, your goddess, you want to touch all of her, kiss all of her, all the time. It drives you mad that you can only physically touch and kiss part of her without moving to touch and kiss her other parts. Her eyes light up and she moans just from hearing your breathy, eager whispered praise. She wants you, all of you, all over her and never wants to let you go. She gets wet just thinking about how much you adore her. You get hard just thinking about the adoring look in her eyes.
Piglet (This is a relationship I’ve had online):
She’s stuffed into her little-girl panties, filling out her pink sleep-shirt with the cartoon pig on the front. She puts her finger on her lips and does a little curtsy, then sets herself on your lap. She’s been filling out lately and coyly asks if you think she’s getting to be a ‘big girl.’ You pat and pinch and squeeze her as she giggles and smiles. You say that you don’t think she’s been eating enough and she pouts: 'nuh-uh!’ She smiles when you say she can show you how well she eats; you hold her, her plump little bottom wiggling against you as you get hard, and feed her rich chocolate brownie after brownie until her round tummy is stuffed and she protests, and then a few more because she’s your good girl. She moans as you kiss her plump little cheeks, then more as you reach into her panties to reward her for eating so well for you.
Gretel (This is another online relationship I’ve had):
She smiles nervously. She’s wondering, half hoping, half worried, if you notice that her jeans are tighter on her (even though she went up a size since you saw her last). She looks delicious, but that isn’t a surprise: she was scrumptious when she was thin, when she was chubby, when she was plump, and even more so now that she’s fattened up so nicely. She’s caught, confused, wavering back and forth between hoping that you’ll squeeze and caress her, kiss her and love her all over… and knowing that you’ll definitely know she’s getting heavier. She’s wondering if this visit will be when she’s finally fat enough. She can’t decide how she would feel if this is the time. She assures you she’s been eating very well, she admits she’s grown recently, but she promises that if you keep feeding her she’ll get even fatter! She pats her own heavy belly as proof. She relaxes when you tell her that you look forward to that. She blushes when you start to massage and feel her. Her eyes light up when you say that you’re debating whether to eat her right then and there. She moans when you say that 'at least a nibble’ is certainly warranted. She goes red all over when you explore her with your lips.
Princess (I would love to try this):
She is enthroned and reclined in comfort, in luxury. She is resting and reading while you fill the house with the savory scents, her richly thickened tummy rumbling as it rests in her own lap. Her round cheeks and proper double chin smile along with her imperious lips when she commands your attention and service. You have a few moments while various elements of the upcoming meal are cooking and so you rub her shoulders for a few minutes. There is no tension in her back, how could there be with how pampered she is, but you make sure she won’t ever feel any stress. She almost purrs as you relax her. When the meal is finished: sumptuous and gourmet, she insists that you delicately feed her every bite. When she’s eaten her fill she insists that you massage her tummy, in exactly the way she instructs, so as to help her digest
8 years
