Chapter 1

“Come here my Greedy boy” she says knowing full well I can’t sit up, I try anyways. As I struggle to move the crumbs and various creamy and sticky food bits tumble off my chest. My stomach is so bloated and full that moving even the slightest gives me cramps, the slightly painful sting catches me off guard and I let out a gasp and fall back. She immediately notices.
“Aw,” she says in a decidedly derisive tone, “did someone have too much to eat?” She can’t even finish the question without a wicked grin forming on her face. She knows the answer.
“Ha, yea. Over did it a bit hun, wanna help me up?” I ask as earnestly as possible hoping she sees I’m being genuine. I’m not used to being this helpless, it’s not the turn-on I thought it would be. She starts to step forward and then stops.
“Wait, are you genuinely hurting?” she asks, her grin shrinking. There it is, the sincerity and tenderness coming through, she’s going to help me.
“Yea babe, I think I was in a weird position and I’m cramping when I try to sit up.” I say as I raise both arms and extend my hands out towards her, “maybe you can slowly pull me up?” I lean forward to wait for her hands; they never arrive.
“It’s not cramping honey; you just ate too much fat-a$$.” As soon as the words come out of her mouth my hands drop and do my best not to blush. She’s not usually that aggressive. It’s cute that she wants to tease me but I’m getting impatient, I need to stand up so I can start digesting.
“Cute honey, but please can you help?” I asked, again raising my hands towards her for assistance. She looks me in the eye and chuckles.
“Why should I fatboy?” She says, this time more assertive. I smile out of anxiousness and swallow a big lump of humility.
“Ok you’ve made your point; I love the dirty talk, but I need to get up.” I say, my hands are still outstretched. She just nods her head making a “tsk” noise. I do appreciate her attempts to be more playful, but this is getting to be an issue, I don’t like not being heard.
“Fine, I’ll get up on my own.” I say as I bring my hands down onto my knees and start to rock forward. The pain in my belly is sharp but I suck in a deep beath and lean forward to get up. I start to stand on my knees shakily but before my butt is a few inches from the chair I feel a hand shoved into my shoulder and I plop back down. The chair creaks loudly and vibrates, something rattled loose in there I know it. I look up and Sarah is above me, her tits out.
“Time for your feeding piggy.” She says as she steps forward pressing her soft warm belly into my chest. Without thinking I raise my hands and gently squeeze her plush malleable tummy. I stiffen up as I grip around her belly button, her squirming around on me lets me know she feels it.
“Someones’ excited” she coos as a hand goes to the back of my head. I let out a soft whimper before replying, she knows I’m weak.
“Honey I’m so full, I dunno if I can…” She nods gently and pulls my head closer to her plump round breast.
“I know you can baby, drink up.” She says, with that my lips seal around her hard nipple, she’s already leaking milk. Before I can think she pulls my head in closer and thrusts her fatty breast into my face even harder. I begin to suckle.
“Drink.” She starts flowing now, my hands are groping and squeezing every ample plump inch I can get my hands on. I’m grinding my cock against her in a near ecstatic frenzy. The milk begins to pour down my throat and all my resistance goes away when the sweet drink hits my belly.
“Grow bigger baby.” She says, her other hand now cupping my breast, flicking my nipple. She moans as I continue sucking feverishly…