Acknowledging she's a Feedee
We cooked up feast! I smoked steaks and a 20 lb turkey. I helped her prepare the dough for the pies, rolls and stuffing. She cooked everything thing else greens, cranberries...it was a proper feast.
While I thought she didn't eat too much because of the busy day ....she stuffed herself. The best feedees stuff themselves without encouraging.
After our guests left and the kids played in the basement, we were alone. I couldn't help but notice how her jeans were strained. We sat on the couch watching TV, she complained about her belly hurting. Stretching and contorting. She sat upright with her famous....to me... posture. Sitting upright with her back arched. Her ass out like a curved shelf and her shoulders squared. Now she has a plump belly which has become a prominent feature of her body. I gaze at the curves and wonder how fat she'd have to get for her belly to reach past her knees in that position....which looked to me like about 4-5 more inches for her belly to grow to achieve that milestone.
She stretched her arms back. She's very flexible from the gymnastics she did when younger. The image of her sitting with her backside arched like a shelf and her fat belly and triple D breasts pressed out is burning.
She asked me to pat her lower back to help her burp. Every pat on her lower back shook through her swollen hips and backside. Such a glorious site to see how fat she'd gotten that a pat shakes her backside.
She rolled over onto my lap, belly completely exposed. My hands running over her fair and plump softness right in front of me I couldn't help but comment how strained her jeans were. She agreed that her pants were strained but was too lazy and fulfilled to move. Later she got up to change into her pajamas as we had to clean up the dishes from the Thanksgiving meal. She stood up and took off her jeans exposing her soft puffy flesh and glorious hip dips. She waddled into the bedroom and wiggled into her pajamas, which her fupa now strains snuggly. She looks at the Turkey carcass and teasingly says, "Are you going to to stuff me with this Turkey". Now wasn't the time to stuff her, we weren't alone for the evening and her belly was undergoing a good stretch....but her words and her desire surfacing for that weekend when we can explore her desire and take her to her limits. We cleaned up and went to bed cuddling. Her belly pressed closed to me.
The next evening we found a moment alone... Her teasing words to me before sex, "I over eat constantly and my belly is too uncomfortable for you to be on top...but you like it when I do that....I guess we'll just have to do it doggy style". She dropped down on the bed with her ass tilted up...grinning at me.
We cooked up feast! I smoked steaks and a 20 lb turkey. I helped her prepare the dough for the pies, rolls and stuffing. She cooked everything thing else greens, cranberries...it was a proper feast.
While I thought she didn't eat too much because of the busy day ....she stuffed herself. The best feedees stuff themselves without encouraging.
After our guests left and the kids played in the basement, we were alone. I couldn't help but notice how her jeans were strained. We sat on the couch watching TV, she complained about her belly hurting. Stretching and contorting. She sat upright with her famous....to me... posture. Sitting upright with her back arched. Her ass out like a curved shelf and her shoulders squared. Now she has a plump belly which has become a prominent feature of her body. I gaze at the curves and wonder how fat she'd have to get for her belly to reach past her knees in that position....which looked to me like about 4-5 more inches for her belly to grow to achieve that milestone.
She stretched her arms back. She's very flexible from the gymnastics she did when younger. The image of her sitting with her backside arched like a shelf and her fat belly and triple D breasts pressed out is burning.
She asked me to pat her lower back to help her burp. Every pat on her lower back shook through her swollen hips and backside. Such a glorious site to see how fat she'd gotten that a pat shakes her backside.
She rolled over onto my lap, belly completely exposed. My hands running over her fair and plump softness right in front of me I couldn't help but comment how strained her jeans were. She agreed that her pants were strained but was too lazy and fulfilled to move. Later she got up to change into her pajamas as we had to clean up the dishes from the Thanksgiving meal. She stood up and took off her jeans exposing her soft puffy flesh and glorious hip dips. She waddled into the bedroom and wiggled into her pajamas, which her fupa now strains snuggly. She looks at the Turkey carcass and teasingly says, "Are you going to to stuff me with this Turkey". Now wasn't the time to stuff her, we weren't alone for the evening and her belly was undergoing a good stretch....but her words and her desire surfacing for that weekend when we can explore her desire and take her to her limits. We cleaned up and went to bed cuddling. Her belly pressed closed to me.
The next evening we found a moment alone... Her teasing words to me before sex, "I over eat constantly and my belly is too uncomfortable for you to be on top...but you like it when I do that....I guess we'll just have to do it doggy style". She dropped down on the bed with her ass tilted up...grinning at me.
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