Chapter 2 - A breakfast to build a big belly

There is undeniably an aesthetic effect to enjoy with your stuffing. A pleasing visual that causes very real results... the tightening of your skin, into a pale, pink orb, a little glisten of sweat; the resulting widening of your waist the next few days. The moans and belches that escape your lips - the resulting gasps you tease from mine. It creates a mutual excitement - building into a raft of need and want which slowly but steadily I will begin to steer towards only one outcome... more. 

However, the impact on your body that I have begins long before you are laid back at my control - all but pinned down by the weight of our greed.  Before those moments where I bring more forcefully to your lips, cupping the back of your head and stopping you from resting it back, as you slouch - laying back and letting your belly pres into my pelvis knowing - wanting my weighr to preas down into you as I ride my gluttons gut- that it juts outwards and inwards into me. Proceeding even the moments where we know - by the buldge or your belly, the undoing of your buttons and more - that you are full. Over full even.
The times where, if you weren't turning into such a ravenous hog, you should be filled up.

I take my time, to set out the huge swathes of calories that will soon be tightly packed inside your gut - now soft and stretched out, ready to be filled with food... and then fat.  Teasing you by an almost overwhelming mountain of food. A tray set High with the first of many feasts. Breakfast after breakfast, unrelenting in servings, and courses and calories - way more than you need. Than we need.  It's a little bit of a feast for the eyes... but your belly is bigger than your eyes. So much bigger...

And that's what's going to grow you so much this morning.

If you truly give me the gift of your gluttony, there are so many ways I'm sure you would grow. Of cpurse, I could tell you simply that I want you to be 50 inches. Its not so far away - 3 from your biggest belly. I could tell you more. I could let you feel how my hips automatically raise a little when I think of you at twice your starting inches. Beyond... because there would be so close to my starting inches. I think you would need to go on. I think if after weeks of stuffing we got you beyond 50, and in fantasy the idea of 60... you wouldn't want to stop. Neither of us would. Until you knew the feeling of being really, really huge. My truly fat feedee.

I could tell you in pounds. That I could add to the extended stuffing sessions, teasing you that by my hand you're going to end up bigger than you ever were. That after a few weeks of stuffing with me you may be holding up a belly that contains twenty or thirty pounds of extra space... empty. That would strain your waistband, I'm sure. A belly that makes a ten pound stuffing or bloat look small.

Or we could go for amount... capacity. Calories and litres beyond

Or... could I go for the idea of incapacitated by greed. The idea of making you so big and full from a stuffing that you can barely move. That your gut feels like it's straining physically, as you try to shift. Realising that you can see your skin pink, qnd can feel the tingling as you continue to grow. Belching softly. Moaning every time you let out a deep breath. Your tummy barely moving even when you do inhale. So stuffed it doesn't jiggle as you pat it. I could tell you I'm hoping to feed you to there... and so much more.

To overcome. To indulge... I should really tell you just how big I'm going to make you in this greed, what these twelve days of Christmas might bright.

This tray filled currentky with sweet treats as a first breakfast - before savour bites which grow heavier and heavier in your gut... this pile high of food. Well... breakfast for today is only over when your belly is full enough to roll over your lap and onto the tray. Please me... every last piece.

And make room. I'm ready for you to grow. I'm ready for a show to rival even the brightest of Christmas lights... a glistening globe of belly? Your first day of eating... tell me you're mine. And then let's begin.